The concert is tonight,
there will be guitars wailing.
The musicians will try to take their music to a new height
and the crowd will enjoy the efforts and just be sailing.
Loud music has it's place,
decibals to penetrate the heart.
Music can start a movement, it can help the human race,
a strong message through the art.
Before the concert there is much anticipation and warm up,
people get ready for the experience and joy,
a congregation of a small part of mankind meeting kind of abrupt,
of course in all large crowds there are venders so coy.
As the concert goes on it leads to the zenith,
and each individual there, they leave with a different message-no myth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem