On the narrow edge of my balcony’s wall,
I was sitting, listening to the music of silence.
50 feet from ground, with a small fear of fall,
I was estimating the solitaire moon’s eminence.
The breeze was caressing the body of leaves,
making them bow, for some reverence and shy,
the stars were winking at the romance of the scenes,
and I was witnessing the miraculous beauty of sky.
Meanwhile, from a distance beyond my sight,
I heard a melodious voice, singing a tale of lost love,
fragrance of sweet pain, scattered in the palace of night,
hypnotized, magnetized, my mind from body, got shove.
Beauty of night became dark, under the shadow of some ugly memory,
silences found words, song became wail, echoes of some past being additory.