Bhajans and burning grudges,
In the woods
In the dark.
As the crowd fell away the music took off.
Using harmony and sounds.
Stripping the songs bare and then building them back up.
Taking each song to its edges but keeping the essence.
And somehow at the same time finding the essence.
The fire dances,
The trees stand tall,
The last song fades into the night,
And there is stillness.