Becoming music

A piece of music

Of violin, drums and flute fillings

Muse for eternity, amusing me

Bestowing words for my poetry

 

Peck my ears and promptly

Arouse the poet within

Lines I never knew breathed

In the gush of a drum’s beat

 

The peck leads to an affair

Lasting as long as the song

I close my eyes while it lasts

Guiding energies to the apex

 

Like all, it ends where it began

I smile reflexively and repeat

That piece of music

Till I devour
Till I reverberate

Till I become music

 

Plea

The body shrieks

To know, the boundaries wail

To transcend skin, attempts I make

You gently make me wait

A wait, O' so long

A longing, ever so deep

A depth, particularly endless

O' Guru, I beseech for a mere peek

In your alleyway now I am

Fasten me, lest I go astray

In the cosmic ocean of your dictionary,

you say,

I am nothing but your wordplay