How I think of a certain percussion instrument I'm rather taken with these days. The drums. This poem could be interpreted in many other ways, though. Please read and review! Constructive criticism accepted ^^

Escape

Give in to the rhythm

     As it begins to take over

          Your mind, body and soul...

The cadence synchronizes

     With your own heartbeat;

          Faster... Faster...

Shut away reality

     As time ceases to exist

          In the world you created.

Let out your anger, your confusion,

     Your euphoria and depression;

          Set your soul free

For that ephemeral moment...

The last note of crescendo

     As you strike the cymbal

          With a sense of finality...

The vibrations slowly dissipate;

     Lose yourself

          In the silence thereafter...