Bang not the drum dry
Let it resonate with joy
Crisp and sharp with life
For I shall sleep now
Until again wakened
Refreshed from my slumber
And ready to stand again
So look upon me
with my eyes closed
and arms crossed
in peace kiss my cold cheek
and say goodnight
for I will see you again
in the dawns morning light
this may seem strange but the coldest sleep refers to death. Bang not the drum dry, when people were burred drums were played with snare off but in hope there's some where to go I believe the drum should be played snare on, crisp and loud
Its a poem about death and the hope of going somewhere new, a rebirth.