Orchestral Drum

Stan Gadziola AKA (gadzooks)

Orchestral Drum

I remember carving
Our names in to a tree
Slipping out the window
To hang out in the street

And wrestling in the driveway
With the stones stuck in our skin
I remember thinking we’d grow old
Our friendship would never end

And it’s strange
Life is like the falling rain
Here today
Then gone away

He was riding along the highway
With the wipers keeping time
And the wind blew hard
And it rocked the car
As he followed the broken line

In the mirror he saw the day pass by
In a forest of blurred paint
He squinted his eyes
And held on tight
The voice in his head grew faint

And the sound of the wind
Like an orchestral drum
Shook the car
And his body in fright
And life flashed by

Then he saw a boy in the park
A young man in the streets
With dreams and passions for a life
A dreamer of dreams

Ice hits the windshield
Like the crack of a whip
And vertigo swirls and memories
As he slid into a drift

And the sound of the wind
Like an orchestral drum
Shook the car
And his body in fright
And life flashed by

Covered in white
The car was dead
Somebody pulled the switch
And sweat was freezing on his head
As he lie in the frozen ditch

He pulled the door
Too cold to fight
Through the windshield
And the storm and the ice
As the flashes morphed into dark
And his memories into white

And the sound of the wind
Like orchestral strings
And a sleep
Like a calm
Drifted over … him