It drifted through my window,
I was unable to pin on it's origin,
Something in me thrilled
With the sound of music,
The shy wind carrying it,
It's melody ringing
In my ear and heart,
Never heard before,
Life seemed to listen to it too,
So subtle was its notes,
That it seemed to dance
With the waves of wind,
It seemed to come from the heavens,
But I saw through the window,
A young lass at the piano,
In the bulidng yonder,
Singing in a ccoing voice
With the notes she made
I watched enthralled
Till she finished, yet the notes
Leaving my mind, it became
A memeory I cherished
All the time I could remeber.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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