Secret Undertones

The drums percussion themselves

Producing thunderous sounds.

Each and every note of theirs

Is higher than the previous ones.

Hidden in the deepest depths

Of their empty hollow hearts,

Is a secret of heavy importance.

Eternally there it suspends.

With every beat, it stirs it shifts.

With every note, it attempts

To burst out from the depths,

But scarcely ever it triumphs.

Its voice turns to thump sounds,

Its shout turns to roaring beats.

The harder it tries the tougher it gets

To break out of these restraints.

Next time you hear those drums,

Lend your ears to the echoes.

Higher the beats deeper the secrets.

Not all secrets lie in undertones.