Feeling His Rhythm

Tap tap tap..rain falling on the window pain.
Boom boom boom...the bass rises from the radio.
His head moves with the beat
His feet feeling the rhythm as he taps against the floor...
Tap tap tap...its on.

Music made from everything around you;
A motorcycle driving by with a roar
A washer machine slightly unbalanced
Chimes hanging in the wind...
Making beauty.

I sit outside and close my eyes
It's exhilarating to see without your eyes.
Imagining where every noise comes from;
twisting it, turning it into something remarkable.

Tap, tap,tap, tappity tap tap....
Knock, knock, knock...
Let the rain fall, let the woodpecker peck,
Ching chang, ding ding,
Bring the wind blowing through...

He was making his music out of life.
I can feel that...feel his rhythm...
There I go...tappin my feet, moving to life...
Making something beautiful!

grb--9/2011