The sky seems pregnant
Waiting for an outburst
The energy is building up
and wants to find a way out

Intense is your touch
Your gaze seems to burn
The orchestra is playing
and the tones
are reaching up,
coming together
towards the climax

Let us be the lightning and the thunder
Let us ride the waves of creativity
We can cry, release our tears
We can laugh, we can sing
We can dance, we can write

Let us discharge
And then rest in silence
When the thunderstorm has passed,
in each other’s arms


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