I hear a drum beating <br />Who is the master of the drum? <br />Who controls its pulse? <br />Who demands it breaks the silence when it does? <br /> <br />I search for the drum, <br />The search is futile, <br />The drum is everywhere <br />And its master eludes me. <br /> <br />How can the drum demand my ears? <br />I, who do not care to listen, <br />Can hear only the sound of its beat, <br />Cannot escape its roar wherever I am <br /> <br />The beat is strong but worthless <br />It achieves nothing, save sound <br />And destroys only silence <br />But why do they play the drum? <br /> <br />The drummer beats the drum <br />And lets the sound consume him <br />Every beat is felt whole within, <br />The drummer beats the drum <br /> <br />To the drummer the beat is all <br />The drummer only exists in its sound <br />And the drummer is content <br />For each beat is perfect <br /> <br />The drummer bets the drum.<br /><br />Emmanuel Stone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/master-of-the-beating-drum/
