A world in a grain of sand

I miss

Excellence,

that luscious

Texture

of a

Beat,

perspiration

Timed

to the

Fall

of a

Stroke,

Tenacious

discipline on

Faces

lined with

Youth,

kneading the

Tone

of stick against

Skin,

stick against

Skin,

stick against

Rim,

rim,

Riiiiiiiim

rim,

RIIIIIIIIM

rim rim

(cresc.)

Passion

drummed with

lutes and

Winds and

Strings and

ZEAL.

(beat)

We practised to

forget.

(a tempo)

I miss