Some Kind of Salvation

I don’t drink.
I think about drinking some times.
I think about disappearing into the city,
Into the night.

Into a rock and roll song.

The music.
The crowd.
The passion.

Sparks.

I’ve been lost.
I’ve been a fool.
But the music,
Is me.
And
I am the music.

Like a map,
Back to myself.

A pawn shop guitar man,
But a guitar man none the less.

Turn up the guitar.
Make it loud.

Connections

Lit up.

Me.
You.
Everybody.
Together.

Sometimes I forget myself.
Who I am.
Where I’ve been.

But in the moment.
Flick the switch.
The amps hum.
Fret Buzz.

Count it off.

1, 2, 3, 4.

I close my eyes,
And I’m flying,

I am alive.

© Paul Andrew Sneddon