The raw sound which flows from an instrument
permeating the air with distinct chords and
The beat, the harmonious beating of a drum by one who has become one with it.
1 acquaint myself with the feeling of wood as my fingers grip the drumsticks once agair
Begging to make contact with my drum.
Begging to make something beautiful, a sound, a symphony,
Begging to bring with it, memories of times my being felt such passion.
And then take away something of me also, just to return it when next I grace the stools
where legends and bands had sat upon.
like the legacy of Black Sabbath as i absorb the music like a feast knowing that it may be
But I take it in anyway, the Rush, like a lover, lays claim to a piece of my heart.
And I let it because I give away myself so I may receive them greater than I am.