1.12.05

she sits there,
haggled,
her hair drenched
in the pale,
mellifluous moonlight;
the dust, still,
on her feet
listening to the music
of her soul.

the silence around her
settles in a mist,
enthralled by her sound,
swirling to the flow.

she sings to
no one,
at the centre
of the universe,
her eyes shining
and the world watching.

3 comments:

Finch, Scout said...

beautiful.

as usual,
kicking my ass at writing.

but i repeat,
beautiful.

Vidhu said...

:)!Que Bonitisimo!

Lord of all Things said...

yeh bful!
btw where u been all this long??