September Sonata Poem by Bindu Borle

Spring. Blossoming, blooming flowers
Sound of music in the air.
Chapel bells
Each note so beautiful.
Blissful
Music is nothing but tryst with eternity
A ring of infinity
Adorned by immortal harmony
Distant sounds once again.
Maybe a pianist
Fingers waltzing over each key
A mellifluous melody
Soothing the hear and mind
The body and soul
Unadulterated intoxication
By the mesmerizing notes
Ecstasy
A song played with so much of reverence
Catharsis of each nerve
An aria in the fragrant air
Giving birth to euphony

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle