prelude

A diminished D chord
in this dull waltz
streaming in adagio rivers
melancholic in some quavers
though tormenting with jubilant stigmata
yet existence is a wonderful sonata;
a lullaby by the loving mother nature
a masterpiece of the invisible composer.

And in this nocturnal seclusion,
through the beats from distant pulsars,
and by the roars of raging quasars,
see me in the eyes of tomorrow's children
and in the womb of yesterday's maiden.
And in this tarnished present
with all the hopes absent
from the strings and keys of the echoing subsets
of yesteryears' haunting minims and crotchets;
life is still the embracing love
of the warm and tender mother nature
and the omniscient father-composer.
But still,
I am waiting in these tears
and writing without those fears;
an etude for the children which I could share
the maudlin schmaltz for this solitary wayfare...


"Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible player"
Albert Einstein