Momentary freedom

An explosion of sounds
vibrating your eardrums
shaking your chest
till your fingertips go numb

a deep heavy bass
rivaling a rave
thumps out of your center
locked inside a ribs' cage

in response, extremities tingle
singing a sweet soprano
never having experienced
the feeling they now know

it's electric and shivering
a back pressed to a sheet of steel
shaking your legs until
you have to kneel

pulsating, pressure filled perfection
uncontrollable and uncontainable
a simple, scintillating sensation
found to be self sustainable

in toes, feet
fingers and hands
when a mind is allowed
to fully expand.

It's a million colors
all swirling together
in on perfect moment;
a mind without its tether

Translation

I miss the feel of a pen
between my fingers
the translator of my mind
that makes me feel free
helps my thoughts unwind.

This keypand under my fingertips
is lifeless and cold
it gives no personality
to the story being told

I used to be able to flourish
to scribble and cross out
now the backspace bar
lets me erase my doubts

leaving no proof
of any mistakes made
as though my mind
was basking in the shade

of its own glory and skills
that cast a shadow
so vast and impressive
that nothing else can grow

yet my musings are just flowers
or maybe even weeds
readily basking in the sun
telling me their needs

to grow roots
to make a base
so the leaves can flourish
at their own pace

or to set seeds
and spread themselves thin
like a wildfire of greenery
blooms heard above the din

of silence so fragile
it is easily broken
by my words, written
and until now, unspoken