Read by Catherine Robb.
No one else can hear it.
The drums.
What does it mean?
It must be a sickness.
A cancer.
And it can’t be cured.
Thump, Thump, Thump.
These drums are still beating.
I don’t know why.
I must have gone mad.
A child scorched with flames of confusion.
Those flames can’t be real.
That’s what I thought.
Thump, Thump, Thump.
My mystery gradually unfolds.
I still don’t know why I’m here
Or anyone else for that matter.
I just know that every piece is important,
Something I discovered in phases.
Thump, Thump, Thump.
But the point is,
Now I know. These drums
Are here as a reminder.
To make me remember that every drum beat
Is part of a song.