When They Play...

...It is more than just music. It is more than just enjoying it. There, moving, finding you inside of you, hijacking the sound waves, wrapping its fingers around you. Tingling fingers, goose bumps behind your ears.
Taste the world’s conditioner of choice as an elated mouth gasps for air—this trip will always be exhilarating.
Smell the flavors as they merge with the odor of wired sweat, touching nostrils as they try to catch their breath.
Feel the rhythmic trembling inside—feel the hair slapping closed eyes.
Open them, dare to look around just once--a tiny peek--and see the lights colour the rising smoke shades of blue, green, yellow, red and ecstasy.
It is a charged atmosphere.
White flashes of light energize the stirring melody. Find a soul and its thoughts… revolution.
The song is over. Welcome to the mosh-pit. Throw your hands up.