To A Different Drummer
Life is a flow with a musical rhythm;
crescendoing every mid Summer;
an orchestra playing, within a prism;
all, dancing to a different drummer.
Music tends to guide every life stream;
its melody reverberates, within;
music is the heartbeat of every dream;
in its downbeat; life begins.
A soul senses sound; tho it’s asleep;
breathing its rhythmic snore;
yet, it always has a promise to keep;
on reality’s distant shore.
We’re each unique in whatever we do;
some choose to live in a cloister;
what’s good for me; is not good for you;
the world is everyone’s oyster.
We think we’ll find another, just like us;
but our mirror image; doesn’t exist;
many drive their cars; others ride a bus;
some say hi; by lovers, we’re kissed.
Even when we’ve found our one true love;
we’re two mysteries; learning together;
two hearts, created; as tho one heart above;
the marriage of the soul, to live forever.
No two of us are ever, exactly the same;
some love Winter; others, Summer;
some seek solitude; others lust for fame;
all, dancing to a different drummer.
Monty 1.16.26. # 3,151