the drummer's call

 it's suddenly quiet, just the sound of the surf

and it feels like i'm standing on the beach, with the waves receding more than they are coming in

in the evening failing of light

there's a man standing there

he hands me a pair of drumsticks

suddenly I notice

there're drums behind him , in the gloom

not just one, a lot , side by side, all the way past sight

"play whatever you want  .. play from the heart", he says, 

"it'll be enough."

from the top of the  steel rod tower in the sand,  the dim shape of a man starts waving his hands

 riffs from a thousand guitars united, break over the sound of the waves

hundreds of symbols clash in the moment , and

i run towards the empty drum set 

as the sounds start filling the sky....