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.