The Vacant Listening

In moments when the artists gather
I melt into a stream
Shining brightly with each lyric spoken
Red-orange, yellow and green

Blue, indigo and violet
like a rainbow spectrum of thought
I leave the plain of consciousness
Like a rag doll-
But I like it a lot!

This zone where those around me move
and sway as if their bodies are taken
But as the flow moves with the beat of this orating soul-
I'm gone like a dreamer before he awakens.

I wonder in my absence,
If others object to my vacant form
No movement in my limbs
And my eyes might even gloss over like scorn

But to my lovely friends who flow
Fear not for I feel you deeper
On my rainbow plasma stream I become one
With the words that intoxicate like ether.