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Aug 2011
SOLO

'Now take it away', says the man
He waves his hand and stills the band
Now he's alone and the beat goes on
His timing sure and the rhythm strong

The air moves out and sends you reeling
Ripples out and plays across the ceiling
He loses himself in a beat of his own
And rolls with the drums into time unknown

He plucks the notes from anywhere
Tossing them back to the echo there
Now the room is filled with his sound
His drums are alive and freedom bound

Rolling, descending, crashing to bass
Moving up and increasing the pace
Wave upon wave vibrating down
He's finished but still the silence has sound
Loraine Fromm
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Loraine Fromm
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   Raj Arumugam
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