Thrum Thrum Thrum Thrum

see the sound of the beating drum

doubled by stick and creek reflection

this is a venue to test his words

music unheard is sweeter said Keats

 

The drumhead is smooth

the drumhead is tight

the stick comes down from the requisite height

the waves are calm, the music unheard

the test is passed, immortal is Keats

 

Much like Einstein known to a few

bent the light shot from a star

became a Nova by the end of night 

the only difference between them was

Einstein knew but gone was Keats