David Morrell Quote
The guitar. Rubbing the gentle polishOn Every smooth contour.On the lap. Knowing every curveAs the light shines from it.On stage a planned metamorphosisTakes places as the hours go by and theSpace is transformed to a concert hall.The energetic nemesis has struck.The risers are transformed into a stageAnd black boxes turned into powerfulPieces of sound equipment.The spring is taut.Backstage while pandemoniumSweeps the hall and peopleCrowd the arena as ants flow to a cake.The stage is set, theInstruments tuned and placed.The musicians work out last minuteKinks as the lights dim.An intense force hits the spectators.Energy is released in every form.A power rage beyond comprehension.
The guitar. Rubbing the gentle polishOn Every smooth contour.On the lap. Knowing every curveAs the light shines from it.On stage a planned metamorphosisTakes places as the hours go by and theSpace is transformed to a concert hall.The energetic nemesis has struck.The risers are transformed into a stageAnd black boxes turned into powerfulPieces of sound equipment.The spring is taut.Backstage while pandemoniumSweeps the hall and peopleCrowd the arena as ants flow to a cake.The stage is set, theInstruments tuned and placed.The musicians work out last minuteKinks as the lights dim.An intense force hits the spectators.Energy is released in every form.A power rage beyond comprehension.