The music flowed in the air.
It caught me in a snare.
The melody was something rare.
reminiscing of the great musicians in the fair.
Listening to it keenly
I was able to get into it deeply
The nuances were so lovely
that made my heart melt fondly.
I took a stroll out into the avenue
The music flowed out from a venue
where a flautist was playing for revenue
With a heavy heart dropped a dime bidding him adieu.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Music be Thy food.”
Music is the ‘true’ international language…one that reveals much to all who take the time to listen.