Rhythms Riddle

First a beat to start the tick,
Then add the strum but not too thick,
Now increase tempo, thats the trick.
And with this begins the show.

Once the sounds do come together.
People gather in all weather.
Dressed in chains and twisted leather.
While the speakers thump and blow.

Booms and thuds come from the bass.
Taunting with melodic trace.
And when each note is in its place.
The crowd will surely start to grow.

People gather shoulder tight,
giving up grind, for just one night.
It truly is an awe filled sight,
When the stage begins to glow.

They dance and jump in silly ways,
Thriving, seething, all in praise,
The crowd becomes a blurry haze.
As music now begins to flow.

Separately these sounds mean little.
Solemnly they sound so brittle.
It surely is a timeless riddle,
how from nothing, songs; we sew.

Every culture on this sphere.
Has tried to change sounds they hear.
creating songs that bring us tears.
A golden rule that we all know.

Just like the beat of a good song-
When at the end, the start, we long.
On a good note we must end strong.
And now our beat draws very low.

The silence leaves a hole.