|| Hari Om || || Shree Ram || || Ambadnya ||
This poem is inspired by the magic of music and its power to cross all boundries of time and space.
The Pianist
The morning of
That fateful day
His final song
He sat to play
Eyes shining bright
His smile so wide
His beloved, she sat
By his side
He started slow
A soulful piece
Deep as sorrow
And soft as fleece
The chords and scales
Rose on above
Rich and full
Just like his love
He rose, he stood up
With a start
Incomplete he left,
The final bar.
" My love,
It is now your turn
Complete our song
Till I return "
But his life reached
It's final turn
She was alone
To long and yearn
Never were they
Again to meet
For years, the song
Stayed incomplete.
She was broken,
No longer whole
Music had left her
When she lost her soul
She tried so hard
To bring him back
Played till the keys
Did start to crack
Music could not
Start his breath
There was just no way
Back from death
That last day was different
With hope she woke
As though the Pianist
In her dreams, he spoke !
That last day
She stood up tall
Heart and soul
She gave it all
Once again that
Melody grew
Full of his love
So strong and true
And as she reached
That final bar
The music healed
Her pain, her scars
She saw him now
Within her soul
She was him
And they were whole
She smiled in peace
And closed her eyes
He welcomed her
Towards the skies
The last notes played
The song was done
The Pianist and
His love were one.
|| Shri Ram ||
|| Ambadnya ||
|| Nathsanvidh||
|| I Love You my Dad ||
-Arnav H. Tongaonkar
( Charcoal sketch courtesy- Devanshi Doshi)
Click here to read my Short Story: 'The Pianist'- http://arnavht.blogspot.com/2016/05/The-Pianist-Story.html
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