Pulse.

Played drums for the first time:

A pulse flows through my curved fingertips  
While electrifying power fuels my wooden grip
The sounds strike, resonating the depth of its core
As a steady heartbeat stirs life across the floor—
My soul tremors, my feet shake to the movement,
Breathing in and out the rhythm of each moment
Sparks of energy flew, and this is how I knew
That I firmly held time within my palms—
And I carried it all along—

Looking forward to learning how to drum, I think it’s something I’ll really enjoy from now on. I’m actually in no place to take drumming lessons (as it could get quite expensive for my poor San Fran soul), so I do really appreciate that I could get the chance to start learning it. Whether or not I want to drum seriously, I’ll know in the process. I hope that it could benefit my current music education, too. (Plus, drumming’s cool, okay.)  

Anyway: writing this was admittedly more difficult than a lot of what I’ve written before, as it exercised my sense of hearing and touch — which are much tougher to describe for me, compared to writing visual metaphors. (It’s easier to imagine creatively) So all in all, I expressed how I felt today and gave myself a shot at a writing challenge. Now, off to sleep.