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Poetry I always play like I'm up on the stage,
Fingers hitting every note.
The distortion rings in my ears,
The open chords I play.
My instrument takes me away,
Somewhere where I am the conductor of my own symphony.
I tremble with every vibrato,
Throw my head back and cry out in ecstacy.
This is nothing short of a sonic orgasm to me.
I sweat with every song.
The touch of tightly wound strings beneath my fingers,
Is like touching heaven.
