Vague, but descriptive
tremor from the chords
20,000 strong
atop the loge box
mouthing, in-sync, the lyrics
beside the spell of the rhythm,
inside the rattle and hum,
tapped so curiously
by your polished fingers along the railing
it tingled the core of my chest
waiting to taste the sweat
performing above the charm on your necklace
God, I could die, right here
for a song that mattered
