programed minds and worn out faces
against the complacent replacements
expect nothing from the celebrity
only here to lay hands into pavement....
He conducts a symphony of rage
that echoes with the violins of violence
one wrong motion sets off a chaos
not of rebellion, but that of defiance
His rhythm synchronizes with his mind
and his beat will rennovate and innovate
because while all of them keep the tempo up
its the fire of his drum that insinuates
The hammers of the piano smashes on strings
following his fingers to privacy through ivory
he hangs riffs of majors in the auditorium
as minors blend with the darkness of ebony
Horns assemble to create an ocean of brass
to bring the sounds of an infinite infantry
warming the mood, the tone, the audience
resting the past and calming through infancy
He leads his brothers into all stages of hope
where their sound creates shroud for the crowd
volume has no purpose for his spectators
playing never too soft, never too loud......
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