Okay, so I am totally missing music shows. I wrote this poem for my exchange with Bethany but sort of liked it so I'm posting it here, too. Not so sure about the year for the stones...

MUSIC WORSHIP

florescent sweat, ochre heat
and the bass rhythm grabs us
by our sticky shirts and takes us
where we forget and submit
by closing our eyes. we forget
the stench and dripping bodies
smashed into us on every side

some take trips but the sound is enough
to spark images of calm. a soft voice
amplified to an echo
followed by a cheer
finished by that one who
always roars a yeeah to ignite
the snare drum count-off
and we blast off and we
shake in rhythm because we
are invisible beneath the spotlights
on someone else

at the rock and roll hall of fame
i learned there was a movement
in my parent's time
against the satanic forces
in electric guitars. acid children
climaxing on musicwas not
the way to heaven.

when my father found jesus
he gave away his 1969 stones tour tickets.
he couldn't worship them anymore.
my brother finds jesus again
and again at u2 concerts,
saw him, for the first time,
worship:
hands in the air,
eyes closed,
he flew out of the arena.

when i sing alone
to a city beyond glass
and an omnipresent god,
i am invisible under the spotlight
on someone else.