When I think about the word explosive I think about:
Red, hot, fiery anger.
Living in the world of your craft
So much that the outside world
It’s just you and the paper.
You and your musical instrument.
You and your world.
Nothing else can break your focus.
You live in your imagination until the job is done.
Like the famous painters
You can not be distracted from the art inside you.
You are explosive.