The True Tune

[symphony]

She held the evening in her eyes and sang



in an indifference that stilled the day
and bid the warmth of the sun to stay on.
I listened as if in stirred secrecy,
in content faith that none other can hear
or see this clear dance of keys underneath
her touch, or that of the air around me.



It wasn’t happiness, it wasn’t sad
letting the vibrations pass through my veins.
The rhythm swayed a while and next lay vague
and sudden as the first monsoon droplet.
The twilight lights melted in such quiet
discourse between my innate souls and songs.



This song she sang in my daily epics.
In gilded books lock all the histories,
dress ours in plastic files for ones looking
for them in search of fleeting truths after
decades of decayed wisdoms… Save this song.
This song’s an art, this art an artifice.



She’s met this song in distant Sitar strings.
I’ve met this dawn after dusks: walked again
in its muslin streaks, in its lily lights.
And so the child in me again has set
the paper boat to sail on running waves,
and looking back, stared at the crystal skin,



and wondered: “Will it ever reach a home?”

[ahsiam]

Its wonderful! Feelings you felt, is clearly visible in this poem and thats what i liked 'bout it.
" this song's an art...in its lily lights" was beautiful for its magical touch.

[TheFifthElement]

Symphony you are such a competent poet, and it's really good to see something new from you. You had me at the opening line, and as I was reading I was thinking Stevens especially here:


Save this song.
This song’s an art, this art an artifice.

the rhythm of the piece is wonderful, musical. A piece I'll have to read again.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I paused and took an appreciative breath at the end of the first stanza, just long enough to contemplate that in itself it was a complete poem, ending in the awed silence that a mystery or a miracle deserves - and that, perhaps, was my mistake, because of after that the rest of it seemed to me like no more than competent poetry, mere information, filling out or elaborating on the magic of that first verse.

[mazHur]

are these sentiments of a longing heart? heart that yearns for something far-fetched such as the stars??
anyway, a nicely composed, well concentrated theme!

[Silven]

I felt this song meandering here there and everywhere...

Once filling your soul with the reverberation of warmth,
next fleeting... wondering along.

Great poem, and I may have truly missed your intention, however, I choose to write it down, while the original feeling is with me.

[symphony]

Thanks everyone for reading.


...after that the rest of it seemed to me like no more than competent poetry, mere information, filling out or elaborating on the magic of that first verse.
:(