Evening started off in a song of drummer's beats, lazily enter-
taining the crowd here tonight, resisting stress of the day,
turning turmoil quickly into nothing.
Preferring to relax in musical rhythms all night long, rehears-
ing in depths of beautiful sounds of color while the band con-
tinues to play.
A tuneful rhythm that abates any stress left over once rhythms
begin to play, stretching our minds across measures of music,
letting intellect relax.
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