First Frequency

I step through the gates, neon halos on my skin,

Breath trembling in tempo, the bass draws me in.

Crowd hums like a sermon, each heartbeat aligned,

I’m not just a listener—tonight, I’m intertwined.

And the world outside dissolves, softer than sin.

City lights flicker like cymbals in confession,

Every echo’s a pulse, a kinetic possession.

The speakers bloom—cathedrals of vibration,

My nerves combust in a sacred syncopation.

I never knew rhythm could rewrite my complexion.

Now I’m tethered to the tempo—pure resurrection.

Sing it, scream it, let the silence fracture,

Let the melody capture, chaos to rapture.

The crowd is a choir, our lungs in collision,

One verse from the void, bound by the same vision.

And I’m breathing the sound like it’s oxygen’s fracture.

Sweat drips down my temples, electric conviction,

Hands rise in communion, no room for restriction.

Flashes ignite—silver storms in transition,

Every face transformed, faith in ignition.

The drums converse in coded diction.

This isn’t noise—it’s human fiction.

Float with me, under ultraviolet confession,

Where the notes forgive every prior transgression.

I’m falling upward, in rhythmic suspension,

Every chord a cure, every flaw redemption.

The air itself hums divine comprehension.

Time pauses mid-beat, and I swear I can see

Sound weaving colors through my memory.

I’m a child again—awed by the symmetry,

By strangers who mirror my epiphany.

This moment’s eternal, yet fleetingly free.

The lead singer howls—truth bent to tone,

We answer back, a cathedral grown.

Every lyric lands like prophecy sewn,

And I realize I’m not here alone.

This is language that lives in bone—

A dialect of heartbeat, carved in stone.

Raise your hands, let the night bear witness,

To the birth of belonging in shared forgiveness.

Every echo’s proof that presence exists,

I was lost in silence, but now—I persist.

First concert, first prayer, first infinite bliss.

When the amps cool down and the crowd recedes,

I’m left with the ghost of a thousand heartbeats.

My ears still ring with the sound of belief—

A fragment of forever, humming beneath.

And I whisper to the dark, “Play that moment on repeat.”