The dance, the drum~by Jeremy J Croucher

 

 

The dance, the drum

Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged

Synonymous with freedom
My name just like my drum
is one that’s good to dance to
for me and everyone
So as life brings me the rhythm
likewise I sam set free
and the dancing it continues
unequivocally

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics (the drum in the rear of the picture – the one with a pink boa – is mine with me playing it. A bottom surdo as a part of a mass ‘Encontro’ in Brighton back in 2001).