Music Sings to Me
The serenading air atop a hill, a girl's song, her lilting voice;
Rain pelting on the pavement, squelching, making a lot of noise.
Rain, it rains on me; as music it sings to me.
And I set off on my musical trail, I see nature rejoicing.
Water moving between the rushes, splashes on sculling of oars;
A whistling thrush when trills, or the shrill calls of seagulls ashore.
Sweet notes on a fiddle and one fluting along;
A lonely bagpiper's song!-- music sings to me.
10th place in the contest
For the contest: "Music and Meditation"
Sponsored by Dr Ram Mehta
Written by : Gautami Phookan