"Can't you hear the beat?"

My sister's a drummer. Pretty good at it too. It's in our blood. Dad was a drummer too when he was young.
I have a tendency to tap things. Drum without the drums. One day I was just playing the same old thing with my fingers when my sister said that I always drum that same tune. “Don't you know how to play anything else?”, she asked. I told her that we all have our own beat. A little tune we beat when we are out of focus, when there isn't any songs playing in our heads. Nothing to occupy our hands and the hand acts on it's own. Beating our souls baseline.
A little peek to our souls and how we see the world. The beat is unique, even if the tune is sometimes shared.