The Drum Is Beating Still

The drum is beating still For now the setting sun Will set the beating heart Now that the race is run Beyond the moving breeze Beyond the dying light The phantom thunder cries The drum rolls in the night The shadows in the dark reveal The moonscape of the lawn One feels the beat percussive Pulsing – on and on It beats a rhythmic message In passages beneath The granite stones that listen To what it will bequeath Of music it has harbored Of songs it dwells upon That sing we still into our cups For those among us gone – Behold the moving shadow, now Behold the fading breath Passing through the doorway Beyond that final step – And now what countenances The thunder in the sky? We hear it in the distance But miss it with our eyes We miss it in our living A spirit unfulfilled Forever in denial – The drum is beating still Dedicated to Bruck, Tiz and Neil ("The Professor") Peart -> Drummers all who left their mark, and are beating still within my heart.