The piano boy plays
Focused on the music that is bursting through his fingers
The drummer plays mesmerizing rhythms
The guitar player plays soaring melodies
The bass player drives the low end that rocks the body back and forth
They haven't made it in the mainstream
This is their last hope
To be playing music for a living
The audience consists of the deaf and desensitized
They'd rather be listening to some electronic masturbation
To feed their electronic hearts
Their electronic souls
They are the mainstream now
By real people
Playing to real people
Sharing an out of body experience
. . . That's just something those hippies used to talk about
But the musicians still play
Hoping they'll make at least one person really feel again
i think this is a lot like poets feel...there was a generation where poetry was so accepted...the abstract as well as the straightforward poetry...the Beats who got away from mainstream but still played music with their words...
this is an excellent piece of writing...my favorite i have read here in a long time...if i did favs..this would go in..
as poets we hope at least one reader will appreciate our music.