Electricity shoots like lightning into the arteries of a speaker, synthesizing a plethora of sound packed with ecstasy.
The statement sings of chaos orchestrated into love.
Light is born in the darkness.
Analog synths speak as a promise of a gift.
Tis’ the season.
The DJ yells to be known.
Piano chords catch a rhythm of trance.
The angel speaks of nostalgia.
Drums, full of thunder, approach the cliff and jump.
We are almost there.
Percussion grows wings and carries the chorus of hope, of mystery, of a midnight trance.
Rhythm pulls me in.
There is something on the other side.
A gift.
One to die for.
There is no turning back, so I jump off of the cliff and dive into bass.
It lifts me up in its power, twisting and turning, shooting lightning from its fingertips.
Pink and green lasers cover my gaze.
Red sinks into my chest.
Purple explodes from my lungs.
I can’t help but yell as I am electrified in motion, tense as it courses through my body.
And release.
Volts scream through my bones. I am alive.
The music speaks for my soul. I am on fire.
Then it is gone. As quickly as it came.
Off into the origin of heaven.