The first beat hits and my skeleton unlocks,
ribs swing open like cathedral doors,
every bone a bell tower ringing out:
YES. HERE. NOW.
I don't listen to music,
I let it possess me.
I become the altar and the offering.
My blood doesn't just carry oxygen anymore,
it carries rhythm,
carries synths that saw through sanity,
carries the bassline like a spine made of lightning.
This is my chosen madness,
my holy unraveling,
my ancestral trance
where thought bows to feeling,
where the ego dissolves into drumbeats
and I remember:
I was never meant to be still.
The primary rhythm rewrites my heartbeat.
The melody’s ascent became my breathing.
Time fractures, loops back, spirals forward.
or maybe time was always just rhythm
and I'm finally dancing in its true form.
This is the dance of creation and destruction,
where every beat builds worlds
and every drop annihilates them,
where my body becomes the cosmic wheel spinning,
destroying what I was
to birth what I'm becoming.
My feet stamp out old versions of myself.
My hands carve new realities from air.
Each movement both ending and beginning,
the eternal cycle compressed into four-four time.
In this trance I am borderless,
connected to every soul who ever
closed their eyes and let sound remake them,
who ever felt their chest crack open
to let the frequencies flood in euphorically.
And I feel them,
the architects,
the bedroom prophets halfway across the world,
the ones who bled into their craft, into Ableton, into worn-out guitars,
who transmuted their pain into pure sound,
who bottled their joy and let it detonate in my ears.
Their soul vibrates through my marrow.
Their struggle becomes my fuel.
Their triumph rewrites my DNA.
This is the alchemy:
sound as transportation,
beat as resurrection,
melody as proof that we are more
than the smallness they demand of us.
For these few perfect minutes
I am not flesh doubting itself
I am frequency given form,
I am destruction dancing with creation,
I am the universe remembering
it knows how to unmake and remake itself
with every single beat.
Let the sub-bass rattle my sternum.
Let the trance carve new pathways in my brain.
Let every ghost of silence I once carried
burn away in this sonic fire.
My spine becomes the axis of worlds spinning,
my breath the wind that feeds the flames,
my movement the proof that sometimes
you must destroy yourself completely
to become what you were always meant to be.
I AM VIBRATION I AM MOVEMENT
I AM BOTH THE DANCER AND THE DANCE
I AM WHAT THE SOUND CREATES AND DESTROYS