Journey With the Band
the beat of the percussion leads me to an isolated world
my fingers embrace the sticks
my elbows bounce with each pulse
my head nods with the rhythm
eyes closed, temples pounding,blood rushing
the base provides an echo of deafening rumble
as we launch into harmonious charm
the steady knock of each stroke conceives a cadence diverse
base guitar frets, keys scale,
the grand finale is initiated
with my solo cymbal clash
back to reality
take it from the top
time to depart again
on another journey with the band
Copyright © Natasha Peters | Year Posted 2006
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