when the house lights dim
through the strobe flash
their faces seem comical
like a vintage movie scene

I try to watch my fingers
skittering the fret board
but only see
every other chord

almost becoming confused
and losing the beat
my voice high above
the clamor and crowd

this saltation caught
in mid flight
a black and white fury
in a psychedelic world

as the floor is lit
I look not at their eyes
staring above them
at some fixed sight

I announce the next song
and feedback the mike
emmbarrasedly starting
the lead in riff

red blue and purple
the stage hues glow
sending a fervency across
this wild swinging bunch

someone says she's here
I strain to catch glimpse
of the dark haired orphic
that comes to hear me sing

in the back standing
swaying to the sound
her long hair magic
I am God tonight.......

if it ain't rock and roll
it ain't got soul
and if it ain't got soul
it's dead.......jkhutchings 2008