Touching On Rush
by Michael Doyle

There on the edge of an unknown stage
Are those who've escaped life's cage.
They've chosen patterns of innovation,
Stirred by their warp speed imaginations.

Well, now, isn't that a rush?
There is and was magic in their touch.
They weren't here just to play,
They really had something to say.

Others recognize who's the boss,
With another shake of that special sauce.
There is a lot left to explain,
And still, they continue to play on.
When others had their moments,
And then just as quickly, they are gone.
The lesser talents are left in torment,
And still, they continue to play on.

There they are on the lighted stage.
It's hard to keep the beast in its cage.
Though so many of us would love to extract
Some of the magic from this act.

It's something else to deep dive.
Especially if you have seen them live.
If our music could ever manage to say
Half as much, we'd know that we could really play.

Others recognize who's the boss,
With another shake of that special sauce.
There is a lot left to explain,
And still, they continue to play on.
When others had their moments,
And then just as quickly, they are gone.
The lesser talents are left in torment,
And still, they continue to play on.

Playing past the notes that others play,
Each show must feel like judgment day.
Moving on quickly to yet another show,
This is the beauty of teenaged rck-n-roll.

Tuning by their own rules; feeling their way,
This is how talent becomes this way.
Making music - there was something going on.
The notes in the air will never be gone.

Others recognize who's the boss,
With another shake of that special sauce.
There is a lot left to explain,
And still, they continue to play on.
When others had their moments,
And then just as quickly, they are gone.
The lesser talents are left in torment,
And still, they continue to play on.

(c)April 28, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved