Live it be in the air
that of music to share
keeping the eyes closed
heard the resonating flow
forgetting the sounds around
that be of the vendor in a round
lending no ear to the milkman
who brings home milk in a big can
turning deaf to the chauffeur
who gets paid the most from my coffer
I sit unperturbed and in peace
hearing the music flowing through the trees
sat I for long with eyes closed and hands folded
as though it is an enigma that got slowly rolled.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Resonance.”
Nothing like music to soothe the soul.