Day 6: This is a poem about the drum that inspired Lionel’s Gold Drum, which you can donate to here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/15536558/lionels-drum
About this Gold Drum
About this Gold drum I have, it sits in the corner, not played often.
I don’t really know why I bought it, other than I like the way it looks.
I don’t really know why I keep it, other than it reminds me of you.
I bought it long ago at an auction, and played it a handful of times.
But, one time in particular I can not forget.
It was the summer of an art project we did together, a short film.
I thought you were one of the kindest girls I’d ever met.
You were stubborn and hard to work with, but somehow this was endearing.
We’d spend evenings riding in my convertible, talking about whatever came to mind.
I really miss that time.
That summer, I played my little gold parade drum for a gig close by.
My mother suggested I bring you along, but I wasn’t sure.
I didn’t know if you would want to come along or would be bored?
Would you feel like a “jazz girlfriend”, lingering in the background while I played with the other judgemental jazz musicians?
I thought about it, but dismissed it. I wish I had brought you along, though.
Funny, even though I never played this drum for you, it reminds me of you and for that, I can not let it go. It was a beautiful time in my life, that I still long to achieve once again. This little gold drum probably performed many half-time shows for a high school marching band somewhere. Some school with gold in their school colors, carried by an awkward high school student, like I once was. I like this about it.
About this gold drum, it doesn’t really sound that good. I hardly use it for this reason too, except to play at church once a year. But, it reminds me of you. It reminds me of us. It reminds me of jazz and the happiness that elegance can bring. This gold drum is simple, just like how I would like to be. Just like how I wish you could be.