Drumming Solo

Slow and deliberate the drums march on, Flooding the air with a sound, Seducing the masses to obey every beat, Commanding the masses to drown, In the ritual of now, the ritual of float, The rise up and grow like a spring, Commanding the masses be free in the air, Commanding to not even think, And they throb and pulse, not slowing down, They own what belongs in a breeze, Bringing everyone here to the pinnacle of love, Then dropping them all on their knees, The drums they thump with everyone’s heart, From tight to sexy to slow, They rise and fall taking all on a ride, When the band does a drumming solo.