TIGblogs - Julia Barry

Poem by snowflake.

The Music Room
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
A steady beat as the girl
Tiptoes down the corridor
She swivels her head;
Her gaze is met with
Two slender drumsticks and a
Nike sneaker, the tips of the shoes
Worn and ravaged from the
Incessant tapping on the
Dirt-sprinkled tiles of the music room floor.

She is silent, in awe,
Struck by the realization that she
Can’t even begin to comprehend
The look on the drummer’s face,
So powerful, bursting with pent-up emotion.

A rhythm,
Once somber and melodic
Weaves its way past the
Wrinkled pages of sheet music
To the girl’s ears
Startling her out of her trance
Like a siren
Starting to wail.

All thoughts have
Ceased
The penetrating, poignant
Beat of the drums
Echoing through the
Empty school hallways.
And the girl
Begins to sing.