hollow awe followed by
the complete decadence
of drums
the scene is set in cold
cold waters
what exactly is happening
only we can guess
to be sure
the throng of people
is imagined
like a painting by Bosch
only in my mind
in psychedelic blue
no conspiracies here
just airy travel trails
high, up in the stratosphere
wild guitars stop abruptly
only to fade in once more
the drummer boy
not wanting to end
the euphoria of music
must continue