After an Evening of Indian Classical Music...
This little man,
This shake of hair and shoulder life.
A smile, a grin on the last improvised beat.
This finger wonder,
palms retreat with a snap
as the santoor speaks
This collage, this voice
a million men in two
The tabla aches to begin
Shall we listen hard my friend?
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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