The walls are pulsating,
the floor is vibrating,
I feel so awake and on fire.
Every thump, every boom
coming out of my room
has that wonderful power to inspire.
I love all the smashing,
the pounding, the crashing,
the air in my bedroom is ringing.
All the houses around
are alive with my sound,
every dog in the neighborhood’s singing.
From my window I see
people waving at me,
their heads are all nodding and shaking.
Every fist that they raise
is in obvious praise
of the marvelous music I’m making.
Now they’ve formed into groups,
into synchronized troops.
They must really love what I’m playing.
They’re stomping their feet
right in time with the beat.
I just wish I could hear what they’re saying.
First published in Countdown Magazine 2008