9 August 2012
From downstairs in the garage, The drums start up a beat... My brother's started drumming, I can feel it in my feet.
As if I am possessed, I rise up to the floor, Move across the bedroom, Quietly shut the door.
Still the rhythm pumps on, The thrum touching my skin, Lighting up a fire, That ignites me from within.
I stand inside my small room, Revelling at the sound, My body starts a-swaying, To the tune that it has found.
Left then right then left again, To the floor, back up - then round, Closing eyes and moving only, To that banging sound.
And then my brother stops it, The music ends so quick, I return to reading quietly, As if it were a trick.
A Moment... • Opuss № I