poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I step up on stage
And then the music plays
And people swarm towards me
In an endless rage

Saying I can't sing
Saying they can't hear me
Even though I hold my microphone
Steadily very near me

So that it screaches it seems
When I to the wild riffs scream
And the publics create a moshpit
Right beside my scene

Trying to climb unseen
Up onto my platform of play
Then I wake up from the dream
To a new and beautiful day