endless strings

The Endless Strings

The drums of rhythm never cease,
for the hands of the drummer never tires.
The weight of the world is upon his shoulders,
yet his head never once droops.
His beats quicken,
his eyes intensify,
the sticks clash crazily into the drums.
The demons of yesterday,
creep up onto his hands.
Bound and entangled,
he tries to play on.
String by string his drum is bound within.
The strings that will never release,
should he not call their names.
The endless strings,
that bind him till the end of the song.