Rhythm

It began as a faint pulse. The sound was almost indistinguishable, but it was there, just at the fringes of audible, and yet still somehow reaching the senses. As it grew louder, the rhythm became apparent, and it was then detectable by ears. Nothing might have been assumed at this point, but that would change in an instant.

The throbbing was now a steady beat, which then turned into a heavy thump. Like a massive heartbeat it went on, relentless. It felt as if it had approached from afar and was now almost coming from above, or perhaps from all around, enveloping. The sound pounded the ears and put a weight on the chest, and as it drove ever louder it brought up emotions that would maybe have been better off untouched, for in the rhythmic beat was something that words alone could not describe.