Quiet solitude
Thriving on your own beat,
Your own music.
The beat of my drum,
Echoes through the landscape of my mind.
Any who hear it are enthralled.
The beat is unusual.
Unique and rare.
That is what I am
I am unique, rare and unusual.
Those who are drawn to me,
Like a moth to a flame,
Burn and achieve ecstasy,
In the fire of my soul.
