Chemistry conveyed in pounding pulses,
Carried in melodious chords,
Counting the occurrences to come:
When I will feel this again.
Even in my second encounter I am still
Confusing the collision of drumsticks and drums
With the sound of my heartbeat;
I am convinced they are correlating.
The illuminated colors bounce from my eyes onto the walls.
I consume each lyric resulting in echoes throughout my bloodstream.
It is not capricious to capitulate to this moment
When Tonight has promised me happenings quite chimerical.
Such a colossal occasion couldn’t take place without this surrender.
So, here I am casting my Coins in hopes of capturing it all again.
And with Fingers Crossed,
I await the culmination of my next countdown.