Music Of Creation Poem by lalitha iyer

the sound of music
secretely hidden
in minute wonders
opening with splendour
when the sleeping body awakes
every pore shares
equally with others
the vibrant action
that carried forward
Tsunamis
the little pore in the neck
in a corner of the ear
and under the armpit shy
or the divider of the globes
or the one at the orchards
or that gem at the black pea
the Orchestra unpracticed
tuned at unexpected moment
by hands of experience
that know the keys
and every piece
lingering music flows
when the master mind rows
and ferries across the jungle brooks
symphonies are suddenly out
abruptly the entire band bursts forth
passing the baton with minute precision
rhythmic with languages of Oration
Unveiled is the Curtain
only message is spread
Massaging the body of lyrics
the ups and downs perfected
to terrific matching
the lines smoothened
tapestries snatched
beat is on and beauty set on
Stage lighted
Singers past midnight.