Drummer (For Lance) - Poem by Dan Ramirez

Like the air that orchestrates chimes
Or rides on the waves of a cymbal
Beneath its surface; there is rhythm

To beat at the air to nurture a wind
To echo the blows that are nimble
Beneath the gesture; there is rhythm

But the air that gives life to the gesture
Is a gesture unto itself; seeking wind,
Direction, and pulse; there... is rhythm