How I think of a certain percussion instrument I'm rather taken with these days. The drums. This poem could be interpreted in many other ways, though. Please read and review! Constructive criticism accepted ^^

Escape

Give in to the rhythm

As it begins to take over

Your mind, body and soul...

The cadence synchronizes

With your own heartbeat;

Faster... Faster...

Shut away reality

As time ceases to exist

In the world you created.

Let out your anger, your confusion,

Your euphoria and depression;

Set your soul free

For that ephemeral moment...

The last note of crescendo

As you strike the cymbal

With a sense of finality...

The vibrations slowly dissipate;

Lose yourself

In the silence thereafter...