My Heart is a Drum

pump, pump pump, pump, pump pump
a brush against the snare with a smack on the rim
bass drum pounds to start the beat with macallan on the chin
sitting on a stool that vibes and rounds
lows and highs, cymbals sizzle and rise
rat tat tat, marching in time, keeping the rhyme
flurries flow like a blizzard, striking down hard
wood chimes call, a hollow sorrow
thumps, starting off slow
picking up speed
sticks twirl in air
comes down on the snare
the crowd cheers
a drum solo


dedicated to my favourite musician Neil Peart