Drums
There is real simplicity
In tapping a beat from the heart,
And following it on its short adventure.
Even though it will end,
Its not a sad ending,
Because you can begin again.
Using your body, concentrating,
But not really thinking.
Bringing down the drum stick
With a crash and a smash.
The power, vibrates in the air,
Hanging there for a second.
The cymbals and drums
Work together, in harmony,
To create something,
The basis of a song,
The foundations.
The noise is part of it to,
Cant have a rock song with no noise,
Cant hear the beat.
Drums are the Pulse of music.
The underlying quality,
Surrounded by the rest.
Beautiful in a way.
In tapping a beat from the heart,
And following it on its short adventure.
Even though it will end,
Its not a sad ending,
Because you can begin again.
Using your body, concentrating,
But not really thinking.
Bringing down the drum stick
With a crash and a smash.
The power, vibrates in the air,
Hanging there for a second.
The cymbals and drums
Work together, in harmony,
To create something,
The basis of a song,
The foundations.
The noise is part of it to,
Cant have a rock song with no noise,
Cant hear the beat.
Drums are the Pulse of music.
The underlying quality,
Surrounded by the rest.
Beautiful in a way.