The howl of the magic guitar <br />brings me intense pleasure <br />and he is stroking string after string <br /> <br />while he walks his tripping step, <br />dancing along in a school uniform, <br />bringing me intense pleasure <br /> <br />as if I am also filled with the magic <br />and feelings wash over me <br />while he dances along in a school uniform <br /> <br />and it is as if the music fills my whole being <br />the whining, the clear sound <br />and feelings wash over me <br /> <br />while he gets pleasure out of it <br />enchants me and I know that this concert is uniquely great <br />the whining, the clear sound <br /> <br />surpasses all previous experiences by far. <br />The howl of the magic guitar <br />enchants me and I know that this concert is uniquely great <br />and he is stroking string after string.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-a-rock-music-concert/
