Cymbals, sticks and mallets are magic;
They transform you into who you want to be.
In life, I feel so weak.
I am so quiet, so shy.
I am invisible.
Hiding is my game.
When I step on the floor,
I stand just a little bit taller.
My head is held just a little higher.
I feel confident.
This is the magic.
Only when playing my drum do I feel that way-
Confident, strong, powerful…
It is truly an amazing feeling.
Because every day I try to be this way,
And in drumming I succeed while in life I fail.
When I drum I become the person I know I should be,
I catch a glimpse of what I hope to become.
This is the magic.
