Hands resting gently in his lap,
Like a Bengal stalking its prey.
At once, they pounce;
Seizing their prey with strength and passion
seeping from the chords.
Isaac, Wayne, and John take the stage,
consuming the air with a celestial haze.
"Did it change your life?" I gasp.
His eyes are glazed, never leaving the strings,
"If I could be anywhere, it would be inside of a giant Santa suit feeling the music pound through my veins with a fire that burned to my soul."
