Sunday, February 1, 2009

T.O. Y.A.N.N.I.

When you play,
A wave rises in me.
My heart sways,
My mind breaks into frenzy.
You go a level higher,
You set my soul on fire.
Music bursts through me,
Like a fountain of youth.
Gushing out of the earth's bosom,
Like the sweetest sonata of truth.
Silent crescendos crash against my senses,
Your notes flow through the walls of my defenses.
I cry in bliss,
You seal my happiness with a kiss,
And hand it to me wrapped in tears of agony.
I sail through the world,
And the boundaries of my existence,
As if your lifting a finger,
Has silenced all resistances.
You jolt me out of normality,
I aim for the supreme.
Reality becomes meaningless,
Life becomes a dream.
I flow with you,
And drown with you in a stream,
I rise to the ocean surfaces,
And drink up the sky,
Whenever your music takes me high.
In your highs and lows,
My heart like a free kite flows,
And as you fill me and kill me,
My desire to be one with your music grows.
Burning like an unquenchable flame,
I madly search for completeness.
Through the healing balm of your voice,
My wild heart you tame.
The notes of imagination,
The pangs of nostalgia,
All run through me like a river,
And I am still left dry.
No matter how much you go through me,
Wanting more of you, like an unsatisfied lover,
I will eternally cry.




(Inspired by "Keys to Imagination")

2 comments:

Rupinder Singh said...

The pangs of nostalgia,
All run through me like a river,
And I am still left dry.
No matter how much you go through me,
Wanting more of you, like an unsatisfied lover,
I will eternally cry.


could it be any better???

Witness said...

Thx Romi:)