Goosebumps on my skin when he begins,
Disheveled and unkept,
No schedule or routine
His raspy voice deems him a lion
And as such, he has lived in a cell
He broke free and now his life is on a stage
The breaks in his growl tell me what he has experienced:
An hour passes yet he remains
However this time he is different
He is a river, turning the bends with no effort
When I look at him,
It is his energy that shows me the truth:
It comes from behind that facade
The facade of not giving a damn and never letting it show.
He punches the instrument which is strapped around his frame with
a ball of fire in place of his hand.
And he has ignited the places where everyone hides
Time seems to stop.
He makes his rounds with every soul in this place
calling them his own,
engulfing them in flames
And I see it:
He is going to take everyone in here
But, no one is putting up a fight.
He notices this too because he turns towards me,
His gaze sets a fire
It burns everything.
The cage that once surrounded us is gone, disintegrated into the ground
It is he and I left of what we used to be
But now this is the life we have
Just like we all wanted, what we had went there for:
A life full of blues.