Tea and Prose
Deep, longing notes,
A slow melody.
Stirring emotions,
Sadly beautiful.
Picking up pace,
Hurried but serious,
Like a wave,
Rushing and reaching
Towards an unknown.
Confused thrumming of strings
Discovering and learning,
Experimenting even..
But never hesitating.
A sound of a human voice,
Calling, reaching out.
Smooth and blessed
Sounds like harmony.
A peaceful rhythm.
I heard a melodious tune
A passage of notes on the piano
Soft, smooth, and grave
It seemed like a familiar piece of music
Like the one that plays
With the chords of your heart
Like the one that arouses
Many hidden emotions
Which then come flowing out
Like a pouring rain.
Day 38
A bird fluttered around,
Singing a mysterious song.
No usual chirping or sounds of calling out.
It sang a deep, quaint song,
It was brief but melodious.
Eerie, sinless and sensuous.
The mellow, bold tune
Soon began to fade.
The bird passed into oblivion,
Only the song hauntingly remained.
Into Words 