For Afterglow.

Inhaling, the band waits for the cue to play.
Sticks in hand, the drummer taps to the beat.
Showing off their sounds along the way,
The vocals brought us to their feet.

One by one, the audience stands to their seat,
Dancing to the rhythm they deemed.
The guitar and bass burn the place to heat,
With the piano supporting it seemed.

Expressing their music they seamed,
All of them were send.
The shout of support were teemed.
Alas, it comes to an end.

Berefitting their role,
That is how I roll.