I sat out in the crowd and watched as he moved his hands on the drum in dreaming orders.
My heart desired to move to beat of his music. But my mind was discombobulated.
What a strange encounter that night?
I tried to resist his music but the feelings invoked in me was sporadic.
I wonder what drawn me to him that night, I know it wasn’t just the captivating sound of his drum.
I went home and I remembered,
It was the passion in his eyes when he looked at his mother.