Post by grasshopper on Mar 22, 2006 19:53:10 GMT -6
I was at a Coldplay concert and one night I was just thinking about how good the encore was. So, I write a poem about it.
Encore
The anticipation of waiting
For the minutes and seconds that seem like centuries
Waiting to see their sweaty faces
Wiped sloppily with a towel
The claps and eruption of the crowd
Three more songs, three more songs
The other 14 weren’t enough
Such greed in their cheers
But smiles and laughs on their faces
As the four people with much power over them
Come out onto the stage
He sits at the piano
Thanks the crowd
And begins to sing a sweet melody
All the room is dark
The spotlight is on him
We all wait for the end of the world to arrive
With no fear
Because of that all-powerful voice
That has put us under a spell
We’re swallowed in his sea.
Song two, we sing along
He throws the mic out to the audience
And we cheer one word loudly
Everyone is upbeat, happy, ready
He dances with such excitement in his space while
Our faces are lighted by the effects on stage
But we don’t need those lights
We all have our smiles to be lit up with.
Song three, last but not least
The crowd knows every word
Camera flashes pop silently
As if all the stars in the sky have come down to greet us
He swings the bulb, round and round it goes
Our eyes are lit and follow the light
As we sing along to the last lines of a poem turned to a song
Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you.
The memory is diminished with the smiles of joy and tears.
Encore
The anticipation of waiting
For the minutes and seconds that seem like centuries
Waiting to see their sweaty faces
Wiped sloppily with a towel
The claps and eruption of the crowd
Three more songs, three more songs
The other 14 weren’t enough
Such greed in their cheers
But smiles and laughs on their faces
As the four people with much power over them
Come out onto the stage
He sits at the piano
Thanks the crowd
And begins to sing a sweet melody
All the room is dark
The spotlight is on him
We all wait for the end of the world to arrive
With no fear
Because of that all-powerful voice
That has put us under a spell
We’re swallowed in his sea.
Song two, we sing along
He throws the mic out to the audience
And we cheer one word loudly
Everyone is upbeat, happy, ready
He dances with such excitement in his space while
Our faces are lighted by the effects on stage
But we don’t need those lights
We all have our smiles to be lit up with.
Song three, last but not least
The crowd knows every word
Camera flashes pop silently
As if all the stars in the sky have come down to greet us
He swings the bulb, round and round it goes
Our eyes are lit and follow the light
As we sing along to the last lines of a poem turned to a song
Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you.
The memory is diminished with the smiles of joy and tears.