Drop the Diamond
Drop the diamond…
Click…
The buzz of a turntable, the scratch of a needle
Open up portals, expansion of the thoughts, flesh and spirit.
Their beats so deep, they sink you
Under,
Growth,
Water,
Ground.
Sound.
It’s the pulse that breathes you back.
Back to neurological nebulas, black holes of bass, Saturn’s rings of guitar strings.
Shifted by mere echoes of time without linear pattern.
Emergence and departure harmonised,
Seen only through the awakened eye of painters of the stars.
This hallucination of the senses,
Taste the sweat soaked stage,
The blood of blistered hands.
Taste the tears expressed through strained throats,
Reflecting past lifetimes and those yet to be lived.
Through Pulsing,
Through Beating,
Drifting,
Drifting,
Click
You have been enlightened.
Layla Woodland
St Cuthberts, Auckland
From the author:
Drop the diamond is a poem enlightening the audience about how music is within all of us and shapes our personal world shown through the extended metaphor of “dropping the diamond” on a vinyl record beginning our musical journey through our lives.
