Band practice

I lay here, stiff, thoughts escaping from my brain
No expression seen, not a word escaping from my lips
Just the same old routine
Silence again and again

The day comes, I look at the drum kit before me
I smile to myself, I know what to do
To enjoy and treasure these moments we share
I grab the drumsticks

And with a sudden rush
My emotions flow through me
Like static, the noise fills the room
To me, its bliss

Never wanting this to end
I continue to stay in paradise
My arms are aching but I carry on relentless
Until suddenly, my expression is heard

I lay here, stiff, thoughts escaping from my brain
No expression seen, not a word escaping from my lips
Just the same old routine
Waiting patiently for band practice to arrive again