A poem...

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

Your heart pounded my way like the thumping of a bass drum
Boop Booped its way over to mine, til we sounded complete
Synchrony synchronous with the pulse of the universe

And when you won my heart
You started to tap on my head like a hi hat
A keeper of time

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life
In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

The hollow drum of existence started to seem full once more
Again as the stare from your eyes
Hit me like a snare drum comprised
Of a syncopated rhythm

Between you and I
Still pondering who was the conductor
In this speechless symphony

And how experience and life tightened
The loose ends of our drumheads
Such that it sounded like we belonged together,
Despite the weathering

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life
In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

We each lent one another a hand
To grasp each others habits
Like a drum stick – slippery at times

Slippery like rhymes and tongue twisters
As the edge of our lips blista’
Because the drum roll before I kissed ya
Is still waiting for its crash symbol

To symbolize a beginning of our favorite tune
That will take a finite eternity to finish

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life
In this 10 000 bar’ song of life