Intense Servitude Of Rhythms

Walking this way through measures of music, never missing a beat, feeling rhythms as they grasp mind and intellect with an intense servitude, believing in the existence of life. As they seemingly take charge somehow through being beaten from and upon drums, locating tense and emotional stress walking this way into depths of other dimensions. As life is being captured in notes, tones, and sounds of color exploding all around us, even though most people can't here them, because they're not on or in the same dimension this poet's in. Feelings being generated in fast-paced rhythms, leading this mere poet down pathways of an insistent melody that captures an interior spirit.