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Ecstasy Through Sound
Glenn Syndal
the notes cry out "play me! PLAY ME!"
they speak to the audience
we are held mesmerised as
the artist waves his magic wand,
his electric gate to heaven
and leaves us behind,
wallowing in regret
for the loss of someone
who captured freedom and delivered it
to us through our ears and souls
play with your notes, magician!
entrance us! Enlighten us!
Open our eyes, for just a moment,
to the world that has been hiding from us
the world of ecstasy through sound
invent a mood, oh mighty master
allow us to bow at your feet!
convert the unconverted
replace reality with unreality
smother the universe with your fingers
everything becomes clean
with just a simple touch of your hand
bend and run, slide and stretch
grant us a fleeting glimpse
at the magic of music
there are no limitations!
there are no expectations!
there is only one!
there is only freedom!
Ecstasy through sound.
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