Color voices of rhythm are born throughout my drum,
Voices of rhythm control and entrance even the sternest of men.
Calm blue bass tones, more felt then heard.
Calm and soothing the sensitive heart.
My gentle hands play my drum of tree and steer.
Not hitting.
Not beating.
Not striking.
Gently playing, my drum.
I bring the sound out through my drum,
With singing open tones.
Muscles will not help,
For I am playing not hitting.
