We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.
about drums
The Breath of Life
Sweet-chiming like drops of water,
Tone-sweeping the earth-skin with a lovers touch,
Driving the beat like riders under the storm
Hoof-beats like castanets on stone
In the midst of the clouds, lighting sky-worm
Fires up an x-ray like a forked phantom trail,
Escort twin-Thunder voice of drum, quick-sends the response
Hissing and panting deep and long as an ancient gong
Throaty wet voices in a counter-point
Midnight concert at the frogs’ pond.
In the jungle sustaining the infra-basso phrase,
The roar of the tiger sets a mighty pace.
Being mist, drops, veins and streamers
And equalized by king-elf the divine whim,
Undomesticated Waterfalls fly, fall and flow
in a wide range of highs, mids and lows
Silhouettes in the woods, shadows in the dark.
Wolfs: forest of pointed noses spading the sky
Echo-like howling a true call of the wild…
Up above in the reception, the moon, as pregnant as every month.
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Nice! Thanks for sharing, that's good, very good.
Peace,
Steve
very nice thank you.
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