The world outside
swirling all around.
I pull the headphones over my ears,
noise cancelling,
to drown out the sounds
and in an instant
I'm drifted to a different time.
Circa 1999.
19 years old,
living the life.
Nothing I could want,
no strife.
Just ethereal space songs
playing
as I stride alone,
down the city streets
at night.
I listen to the rumbling bass
as I see a man chase another man,
taking a punch to the face.
I step to the side,
let the beats play
on my stereo headphone hideaway.
I see beggars, pleading,
Clubbers feeding
on McDonalds to soak up
the oncoming flood
but in my little world all is good.
I float along on the winds of a song,
feet barely feeling the concrete
as outside, life stumbles along.
I see the world playing through
a soundtrack, a backbeat that
makes it all seem magical.
The tragedy and the chemistry.
Love and hate entwined
in a dance of lovers, I hear the notes of a piano
A delicate tone. Building into a crescendo.
Outside my sound window
the world carries on, as if I'm not a spectator
as if I'm in a different universe.
A cosmic watcher,
looking at the world
through a sheet of clear paper.
I feel the echoing chorus lines,
the harmonies sung
tantalisingly divine.
I walk along the same pathway
I have walked so many times.
The same faces fading
into the shadows beside mine
and then I take off the headphones.
The world erupts.
A rush of sounds, chaotic and wonderful.
Bruisingly beautiful. The true sounds
of the city bleeding through
and I feel them
and I feed.
Loving the chemistry,
the mystical energy.
The sound that the city breathes.
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