You can read on my face,
As it unknowingly encompasses my mind-space…

It’s so mystic, so majestic, it’s music,

That leaves me with no recourse…
But to give in to the force.

Unaware of my being,
I just flow… riding on the wings of waves,

That take me out of myself… on to distant grounds.
Deep dark virgin forests, vast, endless Plains,
or miles of dry deserts.

It sweeps me away from present,
To a rendezvous down the memory lane,

Where I: A curious kid, on cool, moonlit nights…
Amazed at the symphonies borne by the scented desert breeze.
“So wonderful are these sounds
that soothe me… caress my wounds”

It absorbs my pain,
Leaves ah… so refreshed my brain.

A touch of silk, a stroke of feather,
or a drop of dew…

Slowly sliding over my soul, leaving no corner of it untouched…
turning every bit of it new,

It can’t be man, but muse herself…
Who have created it,

Really, music is divine!!