We are sound
We are vibrations
Hear the strings
Pounding of the drums
Heartbeat like a ball on the court
Movement of the ocean
Crashing of the waves
Shredding of the guitar
Touching bass
Music to my ears
Tremble, shutter, quake, rumble
Temperature rising
Feel it
It becomes you
Chords in the devil begone hands
Quiet sometimes
Never silent
