Concert On The Romanian Seaside

Vocal fold vibration, Simple harmonic motion, Nonlinear interaction of sound waves, Empathizing the rhythm Of the naked music And the embracing voice, Words and thoughts Coming alive and vivid At the sound touch, Having its own sense of charm, Changing depths of enlightened awareness, Discovering the thrill Of seeing new interior structures, Protecting its innate purity For the song in itself, For those souls, Who are engulfed in desire And for his own vision, His voice shimmering wings luminously, Pleasurably exalting, Those realms of the spirit just indelible, Those souls becoming vivified And exhilarated, His songs Swirling space sounds, Carrying their meaning into the universe, The saxophone sounds cascading Into the synth melodies, Billowing into the sea waves, Needing a dimension on its own, Silent spectators Immortalizing the split seconds With strong emotions, Applause breaking the silence, Touching sights, Touching voices, Touching emotions, Between ebb and flow, Michael Bolton singing, Ascension silhouetted-Against The shivering waves—Ghosts, His songs-Haunting the moonlight, Creating twinkling feelings, Sky-searching the light.