House
House belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry ! and All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalLost in music,
I make my way through the crowd.
Short skirts,
Tight T-shirts.
Fluffy Boots,
Glow Sticks.
Whistles,
“Make some noise.”
Tripping on strobes,
Bring on the Smoke Machines.
Low bassline,
High high-hats.
Here come the crash,
And we’re breaking down.
Movements become slow,
In tune with the strings.
Claps start clapping,
Snares start slamming.
Build-up building up,
Reverse sounds swishing.
And I’m free with the climax,
Body moving in time with the music.
Hands up in the air.
In sync with all.
The world is ours,
In music we trust.
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