90 en

in white
behind the harp
on the top
the violin
behind
the guitar
percussion
closer
bass
hidden between glasses
dirty of hours spent
drums
keyboard in front
and closer to me
the electric guitar
through the room
in search of the perfect place
the microphone near the mouth
of the sweetest singer
we now have two
it was just one before
half room of humans
the needed to heat
and sound
the sound
the deep sound
stayed
vibrant
forever
in memory of all
and in the walls
of the old
theater