““The guitar. Rubbing the gentle polish On Every smooth contour. On the lap. Knowing every curve As the light shines from it. On stage a planned metamorphosis Takes places as the hours go by and the Space is transformed to a concert hall. The energetic nemesis has struck. The risers are transformed into a stage And black boxes turned into powerful Pieces of sound equipment. The spring is taut. Backstage while pandemonium Sweeps the hall and people Crowd the arena as ants flow to a cake. The stage is set, the Instruments tuned and placed. The musicians work out last minute Kinks as the lights dim. An intense force hits the spectators. Energy is released in every form. A power rage beyond comprehension.””
