Gangan - the Talking Drum

The stream of music Has in it an instrument Talking beats, not singing, And sending legs into a frenzy The hook of a Demigod Knocking the round bald head Of the talkative As it yelps in pain The hook romantically patting The head of a voluptuous woman Shaped as an hourglass To listen to her talk Locked in the arms of its betrothed Like a gem to be protected, Its ropes are fondled with To produce sweet notes Beautiful yet deadly For it could pass messages Across the halls of Boruya As Nobles dance to their death.