Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Music So Loud It Almost Hurts
I hate those huge gaping
— pauses —
between songs
Those giant silent chasms that open up
when one song is
ending —
and the next song is
— beginning
Sudden quiet
blossoming around you
You hear your echoing footsteps —
step, step, step,
You hear the distant noise of far away crowds
muttering, muffled roaring,
You hear your own thoughts pounding in your head
You hear nothing —
nothing but the inescapable loneliness
You hear nothing but lonely
— until the next song starts to play.
-Marina Reid
I hate those huge gaping
— pauses —
between songs
Those giant silent chasms that open up
when one song is
ending —
and the next song is
— beginning
Sudden quiet
blossoming around you
You hear your echoing footsteps —
step, step, step,
You hear the distant noise of far away crowds
muttering, muffled roaring,
You hear your own thoughts pounding in your head
You hear nothing —
nothing but the inescapable loneliness
You hear nothing but lonely
— until the next song starts to play.
-Marina Reid
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