Dear friend of my heart,
This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the one who sings so bright, I played some music. Here is something that came out of it.
It has not been more than a couple of hours since I found myself to be in a close communion with the moon. The eyes were closed. The voice was true. The fingers danced in an ecstasy, that I once so well knew. A sensation rises. I haven’t forgotten the evening. Distant mountains and their blue mystery, echoing in the valley. The moon is a window to another world, a brighter one. I remember a verse from a poem I wrote years ago.
“A window opening every passing day
revealing to us mortals the charm that lay
in a world bereft of misery and pain
and then closing till the world is truly dark
do not fret my friend this time will pass
tomorrow the window shall open again
tomorrow two lovers shall gaze at it
distance separating their hearts no more”
The words of a child. Innocent and beautiful. Sometimes I feel love for the child when I read his words. Thought I would share this with you, dear friend of my heart, because today with the moon, I went back to the poem. It spoke of the symphony of the night, a timeless song. The child spoke of how he wanted nothing but to become a part of this great music. I feel a deep sense of joy when I am out in the evening, listening, singing, being a part of this deathless ocean of sound. I fancy myself as a vagrant melody, out of time, out of tune, yet making perfect sense.
I took a few pictures the other morning. The bees are so many and so alive these days.
I hope you are well. Did you feel the spring blossom in your heart?
Eager to hear from you.
Much love,
Prashant
Story Of The Footloose 
Excellent!
Thank you!
I had a conversation once with somebody special. I said that I always felt like I was out of tune, that I was more content on my own than in the company of people who demanded I “snap out of if”. He replied: “Well, maybe it is them who need to snap into it.” I think of this not only because of the ‘out of time, out of tune’ melody, but also because there is something very harmonious about how your words melt with the music melt with the visuals melt with the words…your writing always transports, and I am grateful for the extraordinary journey.
Thank you dearly, Anna.
I like your friend’s reply too. I feel we try to change ourselves too often. Why? to be accepted? It never really works for too long. Feels like this understanding is sinking in deeper by the day…
The rhythm of your words is enchanting. Reading them, is like experiencing Spring time — renewing, regenerative, hopeful. And, when I was young, I used to wish to be a song… ❤️
Hello Carrie. Thank you. I know you as a poem. I could know you as a song. ❤
I like the way you write.. It’s whimsical
Thanks a lot. I like whimsical. First time my writing has been qualified thusly.
What a lovely word..thusly
I like it dearly myself…