We hear body’s fall steeped in melody
An exquisite sound gone from fingers.
Eyes fell in broken strings , the music
Lost in a whisper of time, in nightfall.
A glass spread quickly in strung eyes.
Big black eyes were strung to a song,
A lifetime song , flow of a generation.
The sound is now ashes, eyes beads.
(A homage to Pandit Ravi Shankar the Sitar maestro who passed a few years ago)