There is something tranquil about staring at old derelict buildings while listening to music. I drench myself in the rain of music, soaking in the tunes until my heart beats in rhythm and my soul waltzes in the fading blue sky. I love the view from above but sometimes I wish someone would join me on my mid-air dance.
And then they seemed
like mountains in the sky–
the clouds that flanked
the tardy, beaming moon.
A moment passed,
And the mountains broke down
into airy shifting rubble.
clung to the morning sky,
A fading thumb impression left
by the bygone year.
A curtain of clouds hides it from view
as it completes its disappearing act.
The curtain pulled back
reveals a piece of blue sky,
flawless and pristine.
The sun and the moon
appear on the sky.
Day and night having a tete-a-tete.
They don’t share a cup of coffee,
No waiters in tuxedos linger
with plates of confectionery,
(and) No music is heard playing.
What do they talk about? , I wonder,
Not of salary hikes, soaps and voting, I’m sure.
Maybe of wind currents, rainbows and rain;
But I am uncertain.
But please wait for a minute
while I try to catch the words
that pass between the sun and the moon
Who are deep in conversation
In the wavering shades of the sky.