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The Percussive Soul

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Holding the sticks in your hands,
Feeling the energy flow,
The passion escaping,
The soul jumping out;
Fleeing from its cage.

The colossal crashes of the cymbals,
The attack of the snap of a snare,
Lacerate;
Pierce through the air,
Penetrating,
Engulfing the mind.

The bass drum,
The distinct “thump”,
Triumphant,
Leading,
Charismatic;
Yet modest.
Repetitive;
Yet memorable.
Supportive;
A Guide,
Until the very end.

The Rhythm,
Finally free;
Raw,
Unsuppressed,
Breaking away;
Released,
Only yet to be captured again;
Not by one…
But by all.





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