Shifted awake then nodded off the shore
Of music waves
Drafted to the bays of dreams
With monsters and fairies
With angels and sheep
You count them to sleep again
And the music keeps running
And revolving and running
Under the Gramophone’s needle
And a deep line is drawn
On the surface of the record
Resembling the lines
Life drew on your soul
Ah! Am I talking old?!
The music that sways
Through romanticism
And the dusk that wraps moons
And the deep velvet nights
And the taps of the dew
And the sighs on the heights
Does it still exist
Or did it flip like a dice
With new numbers
Of musical notes
Morphed into sight
Shall I call it
The lightning of plight
Struck the romanticism kite
Splitting it into two
Not equal halves
Globalization for north
Globalization for south
Or maybe I am talking deep!
Mirror, O mirror
Of musical dice
What may yet to show
In any trice
This small planet
That revolves around the sun
Shall the forces grab it out
Or shall the forces drift it in
I close my eyes
And residue of colors remains
In the dark they shape
And reshape again
To each a significance to you
But to me they are
Twists and blends
And bursts then sleep
And cycle that recycles
New products out of me
Astonishing me with discoveries
I never knew about
What life does to man
And what man does to life
Or is it just nonsense and raves making me sleep!
But I feel
I am darting with music
And landing back again
To fly and revolve
Then stretch on a leaf
That floats in the air
To rest on a stream
That washes it ashore
To be refreshed by the breeze
And the winds of music
Handle me the rein
To mount the leaf
And start my life again
« return.