The drumming.
This is where the rhythm is
this soft pushed bounce before the strokes
this snapping beat and accent too
inviting ghosts of crack and groove
and how my vantage swoops to dash.
This is air this rhythm fizz
this friction heat this hot-coal stoke
this movement out and pocket in
enticing hosts with smack and move
and low my hinted pulse is hatched.
This is prayer soft this rhythm is
this once hushed ounce now pounded smoke
this balanced reap, these payments due
these marks excising rough with smooth
and now, a vintage Zildjian splash.