Behind the curtains,
Behind my mind,
In the distances,
Beating your drum.
You beat and wisper,
Wisper beautiful things
Which I can't quite grasp or understand.
But I keep straining my ears,
Trying to learn your language.
Your deep rythm entices my opened mind.
The pulse sends tremours down my spine,
Shaking up my world,
Making me crave the beat
All the more.
It entices me to dance,
To draw,
To paint,
To write,
To read,
To learn more about the world.
To create my own beat,
And my own beautiful words
To go along with it.
So that someday it will be me
Behind the drum,
In someone elses background,
Shaking up their world.