i sat
watching
a guitarist
fluidly
making music
an artist
madly drunk
on life
i felt
future chaos justifying
raw tradegy
given sudden meaning
in all the happenings
in the cold expanses
that matter
could have self-organised
in such a way
exploded with the big bang
deafening
in its silence
i sat
rivetted by creativity
the leg bouncing
up and down
mouth caressing the mic
voice journeying
and such music
the guitar
spoke
the inanimate
was brought
to life
i thought of speakers
using electricity
to amplify sound
ancient sunlight
captured by coal
burning on the highflats
of Mpumalanga
pushing arctic bears
into the void
of memory
children living
with respiratory
problems
it was all
made worth it
in a moment
of music
rising
and changing
like a sound ocean
wild
with awe
