Music sounds from afar
The young man strums on his guitar
As music blares
The faces stare
Drums are sounding out the beat
The fans are melting in the heat
As sweat starts dripping in the crowd
Guitar man turns his amp up loud
Keyboards hum a soulful tune
The musics end begins to loom
The sound is dying
Fans are crying
Guitar man turns his amp down low
An acoustic rhythm begins to flow
One last song before the closure
Then the band packs up, the concerts over
awesome, reminds me of all the times ive been to concerts, and this poem brings life to the memories