September Sonata - Poem by Bindu Borle
Spring. Blossoming, blooming flowers
Sound of music in the air.
Each note so beautiful.
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
By the mesmerizing notes
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
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