I’m skin stretched taut on
Rims of fabled home and
Melancholy holly holiday
Skin stitched in and deeply pounded
booming, I’m a drum
punctuating our parades
and rolling in your presence
 and I whisper
it’s a symbol, with a cymbal
that when you tap me out like rain
I’m natural like a
Heart’s sound, now
I’m high and low, how drums go
You are my sticks my
Instruments and lead
Singing
Beautiful

It’s a seamless rhythm
In this melody, we are.
And our life flows on lyrics
I can finally hum along,

Whether you reverberate with
Steady bass,
or our notes pierce,
as sometimes they will,
the music is love.
What is more natural, than music?

And if a drum
Is how I’m in tune today
You have me
And I’ve you
Snared
and ever flowing more gorgeously

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