On the Downbeat

There is a savage beauty in music

When a song completely consumes you 

Calls to your current or a past self 

Accuracy tearing at your soul 

Squeezing your heart 

Overwhelming you, emotion fit to bursting 

And what can you do other than experience 

Endure 

Breathe through guitar riffs & voices crooning in your ear 

As your mind screams 

This 

This thing, I couldn’t put into words 

Like calling to like 

That rising lump in your throat as it slowly saunters to an end 

Leaving you with that empty feeling

Do you press repeat? 

Do you suffer and celebrate through the experience once more? 

Like a scab you want to pick at, the refrain stuck in your head 

The tune cycling through your brain again, and again, and again 

How do they do this? 

These artists that read your inner thoughts through melodies 

Or is that your thoughts are not so wholly unique

You just needed someone else to express them for you.