If you listen with your eyes closed for a while
“For a while” I say,
“Awhile” may be hours to you as it ‘s for me.
Until you hear the soundless sound echoing.
It is not a rustle of the leaves; not a hum of a bee.
It is neither a rippling of the ocean waves in a starry silent night
Nor, a fanning wings of a humming bird.
Is it a violin, a sitar or a flute in a mono orchestra?
Yet I do not know,
“Music” I never have heard before.
For a while, let me hear it awhile.