Instrumental Beauty

So many people,

So little room,

So much eager energy.

First a calm.

It lulled everyone into a secure foundation.

The energy stabilized at a gentle rest.

Then the excitement.

It yanked us into a new sphere.

The energy snowballed into a mass.

Now anxiety.

Our excitement changed form.

The energy wanted to break away from control.

Tantalizing.

Anxiety melted into something less stressful.

The energy gave in to attempting compromise.

A transition to playfulness.

We return to a dreamy state - no darkness.

The energy is content, its cycle complete.

Their fingers did the work while their bodies became the music.

Where do their minds go?

Do they stay aware of the present?

Do they slip into another world?

Stringed keys and a metal tube,

All it took to take control.