Musical Noise

Dusk light on the beach

with drums, didgeridoos,

a menagerie of musical instruments

and the ever present... hoops and bubbles.

We sat in a line rather than a circle,

along the waters edge,

drumming to words like rain,

light, dark, and hurray...

(hurray? yeah, that one was hard)

There was a beat, a rhythm...(well, kind of)

a musical noise, maybe

(reminsicent of the cupboard pots and pans

and being twelve

or... more like five.)

A musical noise...that sounded surprisingly better

when I wasn't playing but listening

from a distance

(hope that doesn't mean.....no, I am sure it doesn't.)

We passed the drums between us

like musical chairs,

discovering the biggest had the smallest voice,

the lightest weighted one had the deepest tone,

I thought they each had a spirit of their own

(not sure anyone else agreed...too woo-woo?)

We didn't really attract any 'joiners' except

for a homeless girl who seemed content to

just hold the drums and feel

the lingering vibration,

(which is sort of woo-woo as well)

But there were bubbles in the dark,

beautiful sparkling

bouncing splashing orbs,

a farting instrument

(as annoying as the wig Ron wore in Thriller,

the one we finally burned)

stories about a frog lullaby and trash cans

that stood where there

had been a beach wedding years earlier,

a tinging triangle,

(the only instrument left to me to

play in the HS band)

and lots of teasing and laughter.

We promised to return next week

with chairs and fire wood

and maybe adult beverages

(which I am SURE will make us sound better)

and maybe a little dancing and Thriller reunion?

So it seems it has been created...

this "drum line-circle something,"

and I have a young dance instructor

with the ability to make big things happen,

to thank

and my crazy fun "let's DO it" friends

who can't and just won't say NO!

And that makes me very happy!

Pam Piper Rain

Photo by Ed Earley

(as always, thank you!)