4 days ago
A soft tune cuts the cold silence,
creating new music, a new tone.
As strings vibrate her mind enlightens.
She plays the song, a sound charisma.
Each notation and beats
Tearing her apart from her musical memory and her composition.
She is now a divine soul, separate from her body.
The humming of the sitar
Reminds me of Goddess Saraswati,
Habituated to lose herself in the spiritual music.
Ah! Soothing beats, a musical treat.
Almost awake for an hour.
Sunrise and sunsets turning out of blues,
Conspiring to remind her
of her nostalgic childhood and naturistic love.
Clicking melody of butterflies,
What a musical maestro!
The sunbathed roses
and the glorifying lotus,
Goddess makes an invisible aura around.
Her music has the power to
make love an abstract truth.