I can feel it-the static

I can feel it-

the static reminds me of what's coming.

When it starts the vibrations buzz around


the air is teeming with excitement to hold the noise and pass it to 



It slips into my fingertips

shaking them ever so slightly,

the joy of hearing- nay, feeling the music is here,

for me.

The sounds are here

for me. 


I hear the Angels whisper through the speakers as

cellos, as violins, as an electric guitar,

as a human telling me their sorrows and their pain through a

shaking of their throat.

The Angels show me their glee through the

plucking of strings

and I know, that this is heaven.


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