what is this beating?

What is this beating
The constant slow droning
Banging on the door
Rapping upon my vessel
Pumping life and wonder
And of course
Confusion

What is this beating
Tapping my fingers
Begging my eyes
For just a glance
Just a silhouette of a fleeting chance
How it hits
How it rips
Rippling through my insides
These waves pound my thoughts
My dreams, my walks
My life

What is this beating
That just won’t stop
The funny thing
Through all the pain and loneliness and wine and long nights
I don’t want it to
Stop that is
Because it fills me with dreams
And the high notes that become the bookmarks of
This quick transient existence

What is this beating emanating from my heart
How it aches, how it keeps me alive
How it breaks, and dives into the skies
How it allows me to soar
How it throws me to the floor
I love this beating rhythm
That sings with the birds
And shimmers with the celestial canopy
Mimicking the sounds of the seasons
And cycles of the moon

What is this beating but the drive of my life
The music of my soul
The harmony of desire and reality
I cherish it so
The high and the low
The darkness and the glow
That emanate from my pores
Singing aura of constant change

What is this beating but me
Subtle energy of thought becoming action
Seed becomes fruit
My tongue aches for a taste
Bitter or sweet
It reeks of relief
As do we all
Begging for understanding and intrigue
Begging of unknown chances
The drumming of what is yet to come
Eager for existence
That is what it is
Listen inside and become the slow beat
Adjusting to our demand
Becoming our moods

What is this beating
But the song of our life
The question becomes
Do we tap our foot to the rhythm
Or do we dance.