The Beats

The beginning of an organic bassline filling that bottom and thumping in deep vibration. Percussion starts in with a shake of maracas, drumsticks tapping in rhythm like everyone’s right foot, synced. Harp blows hard and soft, dynamically sounding like a runaway train that ends at the crossroads where we meet up with Robert Johnson and dust our brooms. The vibe is transferred from decades ago into the fingers of the lead guitarist. We all have our eyes closed, reeling and feeling, like a trance. Each playing on their own as if in solitude but notes and beats marry into each other like a meaningful family conversation at dinner time or like meaningless but entertaining chatter at a random cocktail party. 

From the Author: As a group of friends and family who also happen to be poets, we’ve been making music for years in our little desert casita so I decided to create a little snapshot. 🤘🏽

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a poem that involves people making music together, and that references – with a lyric or line – a song or poem that is important to you.