Hara's Song

Fingers run the fretboard
Sprinting up and down the neck
Steel strings burning blisters
Heads begin to bang in unison

Voices sing and scream
Mouths all shaped alike
Loud and passionate
Hands begin to clap

A band of five
Becomes five symphonies of one
Each on a separate stage
In a separate place

All dancing identical rhythms
Sharing a musicians unique connection
Speaking their own language
Escaping to private worlds

Drums beat down like thunder
Guitar the lighting's bolt
Bass splits though the sky
Sweet sonnet brings us back