Monday, September 19, 2005
Jersey the lone percussionist banged away on the tensed surface of the drum barrels, crashing a cymbal at occasions when the beat required. Her band mates were gone now, moved to other neighborhoods, going to other schools, making new friends. They'd known each other since nursery school - that early, and so it wasn't hard to understand how their musical sense had become so intertwined with each other's sensibilities. Now, separated from Jersey, the tones were without their familiar heartbeat, and the heartbeat began to wither for loneliness. Jersey sat at the drums and recalled the music of her friends as she beat out the accompaniment, music for the spirit, that only she could hear.