Music&Alcohol

Set in a world,
More fleeting than a group of ships,
crystals form and persist,
mere seconds conflagrate,
relaxed dust congregates,
settles, in corners,
curved,
the continued sound,
creating a background,
for yourself only.

The wolves were howling,
but now in the past,
over the mountain,
and now iced fountains,
spewing metallic drops,
fill the layered air,
memories won't share,
remaining hidden - beneath the stair,
and there,
they stay.

Golden trickles of liquid,
expanding quickly,
with each beat,
further and bigger,
the bass is the trigger,
bullets peppering my skin,
i gladly give in,
and happiness wins.