He drives the beat with a burning heat,
The rhythmic fire of the street.
It synthesizes, energizes, maximizes
Life's every situation, with harmonic fluctuation.
The sound that abounds and resounds from somewhere deep.
He's found the soul of it, out on the street.
Every ounce of energy flows with simplistic synergy.
Passion and desire light his instrumental fire.
Chaos brings a cadence, laden with impatience.
Soft placid rhythms, well they just aren't in him.
But those frantic pounding beats, coming from the street,
Are a bold presentation of his soul's imagination.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Entered into: Be Yourself Contest
Copyright © Tanya Harrington