The hand drums of North Africa

The hand drums of North Africa
Once I heard them playing

I was in the vineyard
When I heard them far away

A unified beating heart on the horizon
A swarm of buzzing hands

A call to come and join in
To understand

The hand drums of North Africa
The drumming swarming sound on the horizon

Across the sea
An evening flows in and a day flows out

A people I could not see
A collective with the wings of sound