That Rave feeling

In the dark.
In the cold still of the night:
The endless machinations
with seemingly no end in sight.
In the early morning hours when frost begins to bite...
There is a sound.

An ethereal, ephemeral sound,
Born in moments of pure energy and ecstasy,
Trained In the underground arts
and powered by sheer delight.

It is melodic
It will come within the moment
It will speak as if touching God
and understand your plight...

They call it music
(They call it hard trance)
I call it my love
(and it beckons me to dance)!