Roland’s got a rhythm in his toes
Where they’ll take him next, not even he knows
His toes follow his nose to the salt of the sea
Where the crash of waves fills his ears
And the sadness on his shoulders disappears
...For a while at least
And he strides out east
In search of the sunrise
Waiting for the rays that
Shimmy and shimmer on the sand at lowtide
And the rhythm in his toes
Dances his feet
To the tune of the lightening sky
The morning star
Sings a song of hope
That awakens the beat in his guts
In that innermost part
Where words aren’t enough
Where the hurt and the passion
The questions and the dreams
The laughter and moans
And hunger for home
Combine together
To make him nearly explode
Until a drum is set before him
And the beat in his heart
And the rhythm in his toes
Pour out through his hands
Echoing soundwaves into the air
Causing people for a moment to abandon their cares
Roland’s got a rhythm he can’t help but share
And that’s why we love it
When he drums
In the square
Katrina Quinn, June 2013
I wrote this for a guy we met in Lagos, Portugal. We ended up drumming several times in the bar where he worked and he joined us drumming out in the town square and at the festival we were at.
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