poetry in hands

poetry in hands

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Drummer

Never tell a drummer that he's out of time

Metric Modulations and Polyrhythms
A drummer for many a year
Changes in metre I hear them
But my feet and my wrists can't I fear
I still feel the rhythm flow through me
Though my body won’t dance to the beat
Heart pumping faster
Breathing much harder
To master being on the drum seat

As we get older
We have to get over
The things we can no longer do

Even now they tell me
'You should play again'
'Must play again'
'Tell us that's what you will do'
But lo and behold
I'm more rocket and rolls
Than rock and roll, now
Sad but true!

Mike O’Leary September 2011

1 comment:

  1. This is how I felt when I wrote this poem. Inspiration has since paid me a visit and I am now happily engaged in the fine art of dancing behind the drumkit.

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