A February evening, a musical soiree
Springtime, past valentine’s.
Sweet chill ,misty air
Flowers and dew all there.
Smiling moon in night sky
Beats rise and touch a high
Carrying on its crest, songs soulful.
Glitter below of radiant faces.
Shimmer above of twinkling stars.
Looking for you in the ocean of face
Wistfully searching for your eyes and grace.
I rise...
With slow paces and still pondering
The song that will exhume ‘our’ spirit
A mournful ballad of lost magic
A love song, or something tragic.
I tread, still indecisive.
Confused musicians and audience in quietude
I clear my throat, and take a note
Oblivious of the beats, the rhythm
And the song itself.
There it was...
Just you, me and the song we loved the most.
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