rhythm

[fragile_sakura]

The snare begins slowly, softly
like gentle raindrops on the roof
lulling me into false relaxation
before the tempo grows.
The strokes of the sticks
turning rain into hail
but the cadence is too hot for hail
and it melts into a river of fire,
like the desrie coursing through my veins.
Desire burns into passion,
the intensity of the rhythm, your rhythm,
driving me on to extascy
as the volume rises
with my breath and voice
tbe tempo is frenzied
both we, and the music,
are out of control.
Crescendo, Crescendo, Crescendo
it all explodes in one moment
and suddenly
all falls to silence
until the rhythm begins again.