To My Drums

I love my drums,
From the kick drum to the snare.
My neighbors don't like them
Because all they hear is a blare.

It feels good playing them,
But it's better to smash.
From the pounding of the bass
To the cymbal's crash.

When I bang on my drums,
I feel a big surge
Of jamming to my favorite song
I can't resist the urge.

Every break and every beat,
All the sounds collide.
The way it comes together,
You'd say it was a bona fide
Masterpiece.