Bum Bum Bum
The sound hits me deep inside, churning up something primal, deep, soulful. It calls to me with a single voice, steady, calm, determined. Beckoning me to come and join it, share of myself with it, to listen to its story, and help make it live.
Bum Bum Bum
There’s a magic to its call that brings serenity to my soul, like its Beating out the rhythm of my broken battered heart. It calls to me again, telling me “Come with me, and together we will live.”
Bum Bum Bum
The rhythm ebbs and flows, twisting and turning, it has a life force of its own and it is straining to be free, to live, to survive, to evolve. It wants what we all have, an identity of its own, a life that it can live, it has its dream, a dream it shares with us, a dream to be complete, to be whole.
Bum Bum Bum
I close my eyes , and I expand out of and into myself at the same time, I’m captured by the life of the beat that surrounds me. It courses through my body and my soul, touching me deep, making my heart add another voice to its life. It demands to be heard, it draws me in, enveloping me within its percussive Soul.
Bum Bum Bum
With my eyes closed, everything fades away, but the rhythm. The crowds, the passing cars, even the monotone buzz of the streetlights all disappear. I see the rhythm on the backs of my eyelids, playing out the movie of its life. If I focus hard enough, I can see each part of the symphony as its own unique light Each dissimilar beat, each heart that willfully gave up part of its soul to help it live, flash as different hues and colors against the back of my eyes. They delicately dance and embrace each other, living with each thrum of the drums its like the Aurora Borealis, and its beautiful.
Bum Bum Bum
With every voice that joins the chorus, the rhythm builds in intensity, undulating with the life that is being poured into it. There’s a true genius to its collective beat, for each time a new voice enters, or an old voice falters, the real masters feel it, and change their own rhythm to make that voice seamlessly integrate into the to the whole , like it had always been there, exactly as it is.
Bum Bum Bum
At its crescendo, my soul reached out to it, and I was set free, more free than I had known for such a long time. I was symbiotically attached to the rhythm by then, I was part of it just as it was a part of me, and as it soared high into the night, it carried me aloft with it, and together we shared the intimacy of its birth, its life, its very soul.
Bum Bum Bum
Spent, that’s the only way to really describe it, completely, utterly, spent. That’s how I felt as the rhythm flowed its natural course, towards the end of its life. It achieved its dream, the one it shares with all of us. It lived; it loved and was loved by each heart that bore witness to its birth. It evolved, it became more than just the sum of its creators, it became complete. It shared its story with me, and it passed on its legacy in the memories that it left behind, always able to be recalled, re-lived, cherished, and I never even picked up a drum.
Bum Bum Bum
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