This music, these words talk to me,
Not just the ‘surface’ that you see,
But, a lot more, that lies in deep,
The feelings it evokes in me,
Are hard to explain, as I focus on the ‘feel’,
The music that dances like a fountain,
The colors that paint the canvas,
The song that makes me at ease,
A lullaby, so musical, worth so much,
The voice of the singer, I would like to kiss,
The love, the pain, I hear as he sings,
The flute, the violin, the piano, and me,
I close my eyes, and enter a well-lit garden,
Where I imagine my beloved and the music as a gift,
No words spoken, nor do I hear,
All I feel is the musical love in the air!
And had I been deaf, I wonder,
What would make me dance, make me feel
The way I do as I now hear!
So often it’s the singer we appreciate,
Forgetting those who made the song,
Each instrument, each musician, I see,
Puts his soul in the work I hear as I feel,
And now that these instruments are a part of “me”,
I’ll explore myself in this serenity!!
5 comments:
"So often it’s the singer we appreciate,
Forgetting those who made the song,"
great lines! comes ever so close to exploring the true attributes of an ideal musician.
:)
great piece. brings out the importance of perspective in music...
Like it..!!!
:)
Thank you Sam and Gunjan:)
This is beautiful!
Ry
such a beautiful rendition, wow...it just flows you with the imagination as all the instruments are humming your heart and you disappear to other world.
fabulously written.. :)
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