I saw them Play.

Balancing on the sharp of its pin drop foot, its strings quaking symphony, his head following...Treme tunes Wait for air.

Breath... finger...

Breath... finger... 

Drown the drum...lift the veil, 

Out monster's best foot forward...

All vanity scratched,

Repeated ... Whipping sets, 

Cloud nines, 

Ninja fingers, 

Karate chop lips... Eager ears,

Hand gestures...

Loops, eddies..

All good things must pass but be remembered.