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greysolace Member
since 2006-03-27
Posts 71 |
The rhythm pulses through the crowd like a heartbeat, pumping precious life into the previously pedestrian, turning them into those born of music. Skirts and dresses sway in the current of the immobile air and bodies do the same. Though not very upbeat, the intensity is enough to appease the beast inside. The air of the small room is charged with emotion that vibrates hypnotically around the occupants of the floor. The trumpet sings softly a tale of lovers while the sax supplies the melodious story of their tragedy. The bass reminds the listeners that beneath the madness, life still goes on and the drums voice the cadences of life in their memories. Outside, the rain pours and people call out in their dreams. The world is uneasy. But the hearts of those inside are content for they are partaking in the sweet medicine of the Jazz that fill their souls. ~~Poetry is written emotion~~ |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
What a fantastic scene you created in my mind. I was taken down south and enjoyed the visit I might add. Very nicely done. |
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