Rhythms swirling round and round
the giant mango sun
sweet and succulent.
I reach up to catch a chorus
but the clouds brush by
soft, breathy,
like the last note of her every line.
Leaves shiver,
trills among the blowing breeze.
A stream glides along
smooth, airy, peaceful,
a gentle flute between
the metronome mountains.
Bottomless base
deep, heavy hills,
rolling
scrolling notes,
drifting off into the distance
And then finally whisked away by the wind.
I spin around
and suddenly become the melody in my mind
dancing, prancing,
skipping from one ivory stone to another
until a wave of keyboard steps
sweeps me into this whirling
swirling
world of music.
- Tasleem Rajwani
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