and don’t just listen,
feel it,
feel it in your feet,
let your toes tap…
Rhythm
Two stones,
two bricks,
a third stone…
the snare drum throbs,
one foot presses the gas pedal,
one foot pumps the pedal
to the timpani…
Thump and roar,
sink and soar,
fast and slow,
high and low…
I don’t much like,
the concept of natural rhythm,
because it often feels like…
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