Edith SaintFelix

Rookie (02/15/90 / Pasadena, California)

Music - Poem by Edith SaintFelix

The beats are moving in my head
Like a drum set's in my mind
They flow throughout my whole body
Everyday and all the time.
The sticks fell smooth in my hands
And the tips are nice and round
When I hit the snare and crash symbol
The garage vibrates with the sound.
My hands work with the rhythm
While my foot works with the bass
The rush of the music is so overwhelming
That there's sweat dripping down my face.
I'm creating my own symphony
In my world I am the star
Without me, there would be nothing
But piano and guitar.
The drums are so powerful
That it makes my body sore
But that doesn't stop me from playing
It just makes me want to do it more.


Comments about Music by Edith SaintFelix

  • (6/6/2008 12:02:00 PM)

    A chic drummer w/ an awesome imagination...wicked sexy, nuff said (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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