Playing instruments with his
hands
Stretching tones, foot pedal to the drum stand
Watching my father play his blues, I catch a smile, the number one clue
He romances the keys of the piano with his long fingers, gliding so swiftly
A boom- tap, tap for the drums he hits, gives a quick spin of the cymbal, then tap hi-hat
Pow-boom, boom the room is shaking, from all the sounds of music he's making
I clap along, this beat sounds good to me
I am his audience, he is my melody