Poetry by Lindy W.
Drums
Sitting. Listening. Watching. Crowds of people. Knowing themselves. Not knowing me.
Why am I here? Reluctance to stay. I want to leave.
Lights go down. The stage is alight. Drums on the stage. Small drums. Large drums. Flat drums.
The crowds to their seats. The melt into their chairs. The buzz starts to dim. Anticipation in the air.
Onto the stage. The Taiko master. Everyone claps. The man is so kewl. The man is so strong.
I want to leave. The reluctance starts to fade. I want to stay.
Hands on the drums. Sticks on the drums. Starting so soft. Growing so strong. Beating my body. Beating my heart.
The crowds start to fade. The crowds start to leave. The master and me. Alone with the drums.
Tears in my eyes. Beating the drums. Beating of my heart. Merging of my soul. Saving of my soul.
Crescendos and minuendos. Faster and master. My mind is asleep. My soul is awake.
The finale comes. My heart full of joy. Beating of my heart. Beating of the drums.
The crowds on their feet. From nowhere they came. Clapping their love.
With everyone I join. With love and peace. Praising the master.
Praising the Drum
That's all.
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