alent sho

He trundled his way up the three heavy steps His mop of hair searching every direction In the middle of the stage a brash spotlight shone on a large drum kit Behind a curtain dangled over a hand painted sign The burgundy curtains partially covering the letters making it look like alent sho The boy now seated behind the kit dwarfed by its side. He adjusted his seat slightly, closed his eyes and took a breath The crowds murmurs abruptly cut by some drunks sloshed repartee -Hey.kid you, a belch breaking his sentence-forgot your sticks With a tiiter of some of the onlookers The young boy slowly opened his eyes A tear slowly rolled down his pale cheeks Swaying from his chin for a moment before falling It meandered along the cymbal's it’s tremor almost melodically before snapping upon the snare Each tear falling in perfect formation No beat missed a methodical beat One after another The silence of the audience mesmerised by his music He played with such sadness The tears of those watching only adding to his symphony