Heartbeat

Heartbeat It was quiet So quite that she could hear The beating of her heart; The clock ticking in the next room; The winds knocking at the windows; The Arabian waves Rising, crashing and rising again. And all of a sudden There was a spring of sounds The heavens opened their gates And showered the lands with so much Love That she could hear the earth Singing songs of joy Ecstatic the air played the flute Silent roofs transformed into drums Droplets made little Tablas Out of all the pebbles they touched And the mud filled with love Smiled, jumped and danced With every single drop All sight was art, all sound was music Everything was in synchrony And after that it was quiet again So quiet that she could hear The beating of the heart That was one and everywhere.