Sound and Light
Let me watch artists on stage Like ants who live to create Improvising chords through their third eye
I want to lap up every ounce of emotion emitted
I yearn to be bathed in sound and light Drown me in strobe lights and 808s Cover me in green and pink and white and black
I crave the feeling of drums in my chest A throbbing baseline down my spine
Lightning and thunder from the main stage Flooding through the cracks of the front doors All of their particles and waves Otherworldly atoms emitted from instruments
















