Hearts beating with the same blood,
Sounds of a handmade drum,
Intensified with each beat,
It’s time for each soul to speak,
Merciful stories to tell,
Each one ended pretty well,
Scoping through imagination,
Memorized destinations,
With each pounding throb we die,
In my mind we are all fine,
As I played with you each song,
Your drum turned blue, what is wrong?
A smile and a loving lie,
You replied to me, I am fine,
I believed you at a time ,
Your eyes could only speak the truth,
I couldn’t not look at you,
Your blue drum was loosening,
You said, play your drum and sing,
And never miss a beat, pound
I miss your drum beating loud,
Diminuendo sounds,
Percussion bound,
Turning to crescendo,
Soloistic sheets appear,
The ending is coming near,
Tell, when do you reappear,
This solo is too clear,
My need and want is for you,
I learned from you, Where are you?
I hear one song and it’s mine,
Always perfect in my eyes.
Thank you.
