When I see it erupt onstage
I am gone.
Like gasoline to a flame
My eyes well up,
No joy is the same.
To witness people
Doing what they love to do
Sharing it all, with me and you.
From their hearts it all seems to pour
Seamlessly like it's without effort or chore.
You know they're connected
To something so much greater.
Nothing that magical
Could come from less,
Than the creator.
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