In the quiet hush
A subtle serenade begins–
“Dun Dun, dun dun, dun dun!”
As I surrender to slumber, I ask
“What Is this sound I hear?”
A sound not felt within
Although it’s near,

A slow lullaby,
from beating drums,
Playing unheard rhythms
without the tips of the thumbs,
Travelling in the river of my pulse
From the sweet symphonies of waltz;

Each beat holds and deploys-
Gentle hidden notes bringing us joy,
Also, sadness for the broken
From hurtless pains, that’s unspoken;

Heart in hand, I drift
in sound travelling through
left palm’s sensitive terrain–
“Dun dun, dun dun, Dun dun!”
"What is this sound?" I ask again,
Is this a whispered reminder
of life’s steady rhythms that remain?​

As I rest so soft and deep,
I listen to the sound of life
in my heart's loving keep.