Sin Hall Jive

A note wraps around the drums

Feed back is fed back,

Thrown back out amplified,

While cymbals swing like dove wings

Horns aim in every direction

Push the dancing to prancing

Eyes cross lost

Hold the whole note

Faces distort

Body of a viola becomes a body

Red, yellow and brown

Against a darkened backstage

Frayed bow rises again and again

With the screaming sin

Yellow, red and orange boots

Bending footpaths through wailing words

Tangerine and sushi spilled everywhere

Pizza slices melt on wood tabletops

Scrabble pieces scatter