The bass slowly, deeply, awakens my soul. 
The flick of a pick causes a wail from within.
My heart is screaming, begging for more
The noises from my own mouth; once just words in my mind, animalistic at best, beastly at worst.
His voice touches every part of my body, entering and growing.
The drums crash and the gates are open
The moans from the speakers can barely match that which emenates from me.
I am no longer a single being; melded with sound
The song is over, but another is coming.