Music & Soul

The vibe is a seeping vine
Finding its ways into the
Crevices, nooks and crannies
Weakening the cheap plaster 

Electric current coursing
Through impoverished circuits
It careens and crashes
Into emotionless synapses

Pounding thunder rhythmically
Breaking the ice on the roof
Resounding cracks, anticipatory silence
A foot slightly taps in response

Splish….Splash….Splosh
Rain slow and building
Splish..Splash..Splosh
Gaining speed and sound

Torrents of wash tear down
The sky blocked by flying crystals
A body amidst the downpour
Electric, Pounding, Free