Electric Charm wrote:The Crowd
Fumph Fumph Fumph Fumph from a speaker;
A dream half remembered;
A melody transferred.
Twelve feet away is a man scratching the navel of a guitar
And embracing her as a lover.
Like a snake charmer, his fingers dance along the frets.
He fires a symphony through the black monoliths facing the crowd,
Faster, Faster, Faster, Faster,
And they dance on his command.
It will never be done again. The Guitar is no more.
In his attempt of resurrection, he has broken his lover.
Her neck broken, he weeps.
Not out of love, but out of loss.
Never shall he love again.
Itâ€™s no wonder a crowd draws each time he attempts a resurrection.
Like Frankenstein, the man draws upon a wire to bring the cold frame to life.
A switch flickers and charges.
Rejoices, like those past; The excitement churning the air, soaked with blood,
Cut, his breathing harder
The buzz they love has come half a million miles,
Twisting, winding, crossing,
Guided by copper and switches.
They came for the man, but heâ€™s nothing without the buzz.
Lovers entwined, powerless without that burst, and lonelier for it
The woman he holds in naught but wood and metal;
Strings without life.
Faster, Faster, FASTER, FASTER!
Nothing to stop him, nothing to slow him.
Her screams drown out his fellows, and even the crowd cannot be heard.
Their shouts, like a hurricane, cannot compare,
His fury hotter than the scorching sun, and her song rupturing all beauty.
Nothing past, nothing future, and nothing for all eternity shall compare to the love that is witnessed tonight.
And as she rises again, brought back into this world,
She sighs, and falls asleep.
His blood soaked breath slowing, and a swell of relief falls over him.
Nothing to do but to lie down beside her.
To dream, and dream of dreams, and to wake with her in his arms.
No longer empty arms.
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