the little drummer boy was created to drum and every beat in his heart would run out through his fingers and thumbs with a metronome through his bones and with a sound of his own the little drummer boy was sure to be a name that was known first name tom second name tom he knew he was different not insignificant nor noticeably brilliant although maybe lacking resilience something inside of him knew he was different from the millions from the way he would put his hi hat on as he walked out the door to way that he knew there was more than sight to be explored to the way he would always keep both pedals on the floor something inside of him knew he was made to make noise but the little drummer boy had a problem he lacked true purpose often wondered if the sound he made was worth it would let alone receive the attention to become birthed until one day he decided his sound would never become heard that the risk of a note out of place was not worth it even for the chance to be great so hed hold back and hed be guaranteed to never let failure be his fate but it hadnt always been like this hed been one to overthink it and it was all because of the string kids see the string kids they thought they were wired to be the tyrants although not bigger violent violas and violins seemed to silence his inner fire like hydrants until one day he decided they were right hed be quiet he was a drummer not one for the drama so he would let their noise bring down his own until he started to feel hopeless fretting through the moments that were once his highest because now they had become his lowest until he was ready to let himself become unnoticed all because they were jealous of his talent others would lack it and thought they had to have it to cause havoc while he had it and would use it to create magic as a habit but he no longer felt like an inhabitant in his own orchestra and every sound that everyone else made from then on to him sounded so orchestrated but that was until he met little miss pianist who skipped past elegantly playing her favourite melody about how everything is meant to be how were all a part of something greater and sometimes thats further than what we can see and from the second he saw her he instantly had an epiphany implicitly he promised hed write her a symphony to the best of his ability with all his creativity and itd have everything shed ever need right down to the last timpani and she loved it he would start to tell her she had the keys to his heart but it didnt feel dangerous because she knew how to scale back his minors until all he saw were his majors and he would tell her each one of his hidden dreams and driven vivid visions from his inner musician to his outer ambitions because she would listen and when he would swing she would swing with him and on the good they would reminisce and every joke that she told he was always there ready with the ba dom tisch and they would play together they no longer felt confined instead they would shine as their rhythms aligned and whenever they would play he would always be in time because he felt amazing so from then on the drummer boy was never known as little he was loud not because he was obnoxious but because he had found his voice and he was proud she had let him know he was something special and to something so much greater he was so instrumental and each cymbal he crashed became a symbol for how he had once crashed but landed beautifully because the drummer boy had a talent and he would use it all because of the girl that came along and showed him music 