The Concert

crowded stage,
as sound blasts my mind,
and makes me crack...
the beat,
that makes me crack...
deep silence in a distance,
little bubble lights,
or rainbow blinking...
and green, and red, and blue...
no more than you,
and i...
and the music...
anti mistic smoke,
lifts me up sky high...
just about to leave the grain,
to leave you there to die...
and overall the friends,
our spirit never ends...

by Ivo Silva