I felt, more than heard,
The pounding pulse of the bass
It was what I wanted tonight
I didn’t want to think
I only wanted to feel
And lose myself in the sound
Things matter differently
When your world is collapsing
You fill time differently
When the long train is running
There are hobbies, work, pastimes, art
Sometimes you buy things for fun
Then there is the casino
When the long train derails
There is just the fullness
Of that dark emptiness
Sitting in the power of despair
Oh, you may make plans
You may even dream
Of suppressed possibilities
But there’s mostly the dark—
Feeling that—
And the power of the sound
Tonight
David Fekete 