Pure Expression

In the darkest moments, The inspiration came to her Words flowing, she reached into her soul And plucked out the notes that would save their souls. And the crowd became one entity, A mass of spinning, swirling souls Opened heavenward. Absorbing her voice Absorbing his riffs Absorbing their truths, Finding themselves again. A throbbing, breathing mass Of mud covered pilgrims Reaching out for the sanity of their souls Finding insanity in each chord, riff and beat. Yet being saved by the pure poetry Of expression And for that moment Life made sense And nothing hurt And nothing was real but the longitudinal waves Reverberating through their skulls. As she softly crooned, "freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."