Wading in the Velvet SeaEach musical note hangs in the air-
Technicolor reds, greens, and blues in neon flair.
The notes become tunes that soak into my head,
Then seep down until my feet hang like lead.
We all sway like seaweed, from left to right,
as the sets of waves engulf the night.
I feel a surge of passion and look around,
to see mile long glow chains snake through the crowd.
I am alone in a sea of 70,000 drifting phans
Who like me, are wasting their time for the love of the band.
A building passion, the glow lights are thrown.
Everybody's dancing at a place I once called home.
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