He stands poised like a Neon God,

A singing superman,

A love-idol.

He is one of the wonders of the concert world

In his direction stare -

A thousand hungry eyes,

A thousand eager faces.

Intense.

Writhing muscles ripple under a massive chest

Hands of living steel tune the guitar,

Graceful flowing hands

Work over the strings

Tall and strong.

Teeth parted in a sinuous snarl-like grin,

His reed thin lips purse,

Then burst.

Ripping, tearing notes that split the air,

Vibrating song.

Whipping, knife biting, decibel strong.

Bouncing, leaping, like devilish sound.

Then gradually decreases, swings away,

Slides smoothly into calmer waters.

Throbbing, sobbing, heartbeats slowing

Until the notes are killed

In his direction stare -

A thousand hungry, red eyes,

A thousand eager, tortured faces.

Intense

 © Lai Chew Yarn

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