Breathing but still, as fingers play
The melody lives, as the piano lay.
Sprung the tunes from lifeless keys
Nourished the air with fresh resonance.
The words said and deeds done
Floats in air and yet unseen.
A rhythm in black and white
Percepts in them, the power of alternate.
Grieve and grin, fame and fault,
Darkness of night, streak of light.
All it takes to the judgement day
Is the good and evil, in roles you play
There’s more of truth in the human thing
Thousands perished and few unsung.
A messenger of life, you may say
Looking at the world in a musical way!!