I saw a beating drum
Its mallet no man could move
But when it hit, the sounds in it
Fled, and flurry ensued
The beats hid in the alleys
Where vagabonds make their stay
It’s ever been to wanderers
That rhythm first finds its way
Some beats flew into hearts
But not into their hands
So they would know it when they hear it
But never truly understand
Some could be found by searching
Hidden in books and schools
Because harmony’s touch left them lurching
Needing to know all the rules
It came to me much freer
I’ll never understand
All I know is when music’s near
It always seems to land