The Street Drummer

Drumming: An Instrument of Love

I pick up my drum.

There's a deep awed silence - a revered stillness -
in the moments of anticipating what that first stroke
to my drum will create for a sound vibration and
what that will do to my soul.

I let go and make contact falling in love again
with the vibrations, which are not only heard clearly,
but felt deeply in my heart and body.

Before long, the sounds create within me some
earth-based erotic impulse to move.
compelled to move, I follow this urge, and very quickly
my movement turns to dance.

Partial Words from Dawn Anderson's Poem - 2007