Comments about Emily Trense
A Beat As A Drug
The rhythmic drum beat begins,
All else is silent.
My heart stops.
A piano softly begins to play,
A bass begins it’s lonely melody.
When all the instruments begin their song
My heart begins its new beat.
Reverberation after reverberation, my heart and the bass line are one.
The melody reveals itself,
At the same time revealing the new pattern my heart is to follow for the next few moments.
A cloud of calm sweeps over me
As I close my eyes. My body instinctively sways to the beat,
I cannot help myself.
Nothing can reach me where I am ...