Guitar Poem by Bipin Patsani

From earth to ether
Stretch your invisible strings
Like silver beams.

Where should I touch you, spring?
I hear your silent symphony everywhere.
I hear your call
Somewhere in my eager within
Gathering to compose my distracted being,
And the note of agony that resounds on
My dark terrace, dies in your knock
Like droplets dying in a stream.

What is the voice that moves the mountain?
What is it that blossoms forth in the air
And is caught again
In the sweetness of your movement?

Are you not a meeting place of voices?

In you I hear the roar of the sea
And the quiet storms above;
In you only, in unlimited space I move
And meet eternity.