Drums-Music

The beat of a heart tainted with self pride,
Resounding with the echoes of self worth.
A finite melody drifting aimlessly into oblivion.
No more than this leads the life dance of mankind

Keeping time, we are compelled forward.
A Constant presence – changing in extremes:
In love and in fear.
Until the instrument thunders no more
And silence commands the air…
What music remains to guide us then?

Few alive can hear the eternal song cry out
Seeking to steady their footfall against its universal melody
Each step towards bliss: all-pervading
Surrender to the whispered lullaby with out age
A dance: perfect in its continuing incompletion
Your partner - the eternal
Your stage – the passing years

A performance without parallel amidst a sea of uncertain steps