Send in the Freaks

​the lights go out
​and the buzz of spirit and body is electric,
Making a light of their own
​the acres of humanity wait,
​the music is coming.....
​in a rush of melody and machinery
​the behemoth of sound
​lifts its head.
​live,
​as if they were sonic surfers
​the Freaks enter the room, effortless
​yet with passion, a miniature
​battalion of sound.
This procession of freakdom
​makes such a beautiful noise,
​but their true make-up, their raw
​identity, locked deep in the soul is
​the real inertia of music.
Soul music..., freak music...,
​for the One who created
Song watches,
From afar and to music He hears
​is pleasing.