When That Song Comes On... Poem by Simon Lawson

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I'm insane and beautiful

musical notation becomes sound and sound reawakens pathways in my mind,

cells spin and sway and create images and senses I want to share

in my music mania I dream of a four-walled white room/canvas
at its centre are little tins of powder paint,

and this song up at 115 decibels

there are so many forms that take shape in my mind and so few that can be transferred to paper

or transferred into movement

dance does injustice to such music

I get so full,

I want to burst with colour and music
implode like a star
like a Coldplay song just before the bass drops
all deep cello and sparkly sounds leading up to white light
my body experiences tremors
sometimes I think it's just the aftershock
of my thoughts
not quite like a sound wave
and not quite like an earth quake
but something more visceral
all my neurons aim and fire
and reload and re-fire faster than American bullets

I'm trembling
my mind is swinging and dancing and flying

however my body may appear still