My soggy drum
Is limp and dumb
In the humid weather
But in the drying wintering
Then, when tight, she sings
Her sound deep down
Stirs the soul and drives you
To rise, to move
And dance around the fire
She’ll catch your frown
Feel her move inside you
To sing, to love
And relish your desire
20161208
The prompt today at dVerse pub is music, so this is about the only instrument I made.
