Drummer

Masked by muffling walls

Separated from all others

He closes his eyes

Skilled and strong, they move

Like the wind, his hands glide

About the snare and toms

My heart drums along

To the melody of his hands

To the beat of bass

The cymbals crash! 

His face gets determined

And he sings of praise

"God you reign" he lips

Head bobbing, body moving 

I'm mesmerized

Separated from the rest

He seems to stand out

"God you reign"

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Interesting poem. I've been at it since I was very young. Bad drummer--bad band. That's the way I see it. (Bass not base) Good poem.

[Sarah Jane]

Thank you, I'm not much of a drummer myself but people who play can keep me watching for hours. I didn't know it was a bass:) I will change it straight away.

[Bare trees]

As long as you're referring to that big ol drum that's bigger than all the other drums then yeah, it's a bass drum. Ha And you're welcome Alaina.

[Sarah Jane]

I was indeed! Learn something new everyday :D

[Bare trees]

:)