T W E N T Y - T H R E E

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percussionist / 15.05.19

you glance at me
from the corner
of your eye
and you sit,
oh so delicately
tapping your fingers
on the steering wheel
of a battered car.

tap, tap, tapping;
that is what you do.
because you are a drummer,
and you are drumming.

one
e
and
a two.

I envisioned you,
wishing you could see me.
a faint smile graces
your thin lips and I
can not help but feel
my breath hitch.

and you are
singing a tune
oh so softly,
an almost melodic rhythm
which I've
never heard before.

hum, hum, humming;
and I see you do that too.
because you are a drummer,
and you are humming.

one
e
and
a two

such faint elegance
I see in those
pale, round eyes—
eyes of a drummer that is
humming.

you inspire me,
you're a muse. and your
drumming helps me to
find myself humming and
I tap along with you,
wishing you could see
that maybe, just maybe:

i love you.
and your humming and
drumming and tapping.

one
e
and
a two.

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