Pulse
Pulse
I feel the low rumble of the bass and the drums
as I enter the mere proximity of your house.
As I make my way over the cracked cement pavement to your basemet door,
It becomes stronger
I take it in
Its semi-subtlety, just a growing vibration under my fingers on the cool metal of the doorknob ….before….
I take a breath,
Ready for the impact of
sound and emotion
all at once
And that look that I know will be in your eyes
I push open the door.
You greet me with a smile
tossing the hair from your eyes with a shake of your head
fingers deft and never pausing as they flash over the strings
of your bass, creating that deep throbbing I can feel in every bone.
Behind you the drums lock with the sound
crash-bang to a chocolate-smooth thump.
Pulsing
I can feel the notes swell inside me with a throbbing sweet and exciting
driving to my inner core through excited-sweaty hands and aching temples
already filled with the beat and adrenaline
Pulsing
I can feel the notes still thumping beneath the thin skin
of your temples and wrists even after the music fades
Like the groove has become your blood
The drumbeats
now
Your heartbeats
pulse of music
pulse of life
same in your mind
they both keep you alive
Even as you sleep still and quiet
the ever-present pounding keeps on
throbbing beneath your skin
and somewhere deep in your chest
beating as one with the blood that keeps you living
blood of music
blood of rhythm
the vibrations are a part of you
That bass-deep tingle you get on a low E note
burying itself in your bones
imbedded deep inside every part
of your being
making you shake inside
in a cold-sweat chill
when somthing drains as the music ends
you need to feel the blood and music mixing in your veins
that sweet burn better than any drug or smoke
never feeling complete without pulses both audible and inward
bought together in a thunder you never quite understood
but for you, both are
crucial to your being
and there is the pain of seperation
when you must put down your other heartbeat for a while
you never say so
but I can tell in your restlessness
counting minutes in your head
till you can be complete again
the way you keep time with your fingers on the tabletop
eyes distracted as you count in your head
1-2-3-4-1-2-sorry, what?
the way you flex idle hands
wanting to become more of the throbbing, pounding pulse
than just feeling it inside
when the night is quiet
needing to let it out
nothing so satisfying as your beat and rhythm breaking the still air
first the low rumble-glow
growing steady and loud
until your music and rythym in one take over the night
I see your eyes spark with light when you feel the tremors
of noise and life
embersparks in the darkness
coming to life again like an indian warrior raised from dead
by chants and drumbeats
this is your need
the only weakness that you know
wanting to create
to make
to be
that pulse that makes you so alive inside
I feel the low rumble of the bass and the drums
as I enter the mere proximity of your house.
As I make my way over the cracked cement pavement to your basemet door,
It becomes stronger
I take it in
Its semi-subtlety, just a growing vibration under my fingers on the cool metal of the doorknob ….before….
I take a breath,
Ready for the impact of
sound and emotion
all at once
And that look that I know will be in your eyes
I push open the door.
You greet me with a smile
tossing the hair from your eyes with a shake of your head
fingers deft and never pausing as they flash over the strings
of your bass, creating that deep throbbing I can feel in every bone.
Behind you the drums lock with the sound
crash-bang to a chocolate-smooth thump.
Pulsing
I can feel the notes swell inside me with a throbbing sweet and exciting
driving to my inner core through excited-sweaty hands and aching temples
already filled with the beat and adrenaline
Pulsing
I can feel the notes still thumping beneath the thin skin
of your temples and wrists even after the music fades
Like the groove has become your blood
The drumbeats
now
Your heartbeats
pulse of music
pulse of life
same in your mind
they both keep you alive
Even as you sleep still and quiet
the ever-present pounding keeps on
throbbing beneath your skin
and somewhere deep in your chest
beating as one with the blood that keeps you living
blood of music
blood of rhythm
the vibrations are a part of you
That bass-deep tingle you get on a low E note
burying itself in your bones
imbedded deep inside every part
of your being
making you shake inside
in a cold-sweat chill
when somthing drains as the music ends
you need to feel the blood and music mixing in your veins
that sweet burn better than any drug or smoke
never feeling complete without pulses both audible and inward
bought together in a thunder you never quite understood
but for you, both are
crucial to your being
and there is the pain of seperation
when you must put down your other heartbeat for a while
you never say so
but I can tell in your restlessness
counting minutes in your head
till you can be complete again
the way you keep time with your fingers on the tabletop
eyes distracted as you count in your head
1-2-3-4-1-2-sorry, what?
the way you flex idle hands
wanting to become more of the throbbing, pounding pulse
than just feeling it inside
when the night is quiet
needing to let it out
nothing so satisfying as your beat and rhythm breaking the still air
first the low rumble-glow
growing steady and loud
until your music and rythym in one take over the night
I see your eyes spark with light when you feel the tremors
of noise and life
embersparks in the darkness
coming to life again like an indian warrior raised from dead
by chants and drumbeats
this is your need
the only weakness that you know
wanting to create
to make
to be
that pulse that makes you so alive inside