Searching- A saga ✔

17- His music haunts my heart

The haunting luscious beauty of the  trees,

Deep green that glistened in the dusk breeze,

Jeweled fruits and other worldly flowers,

Cool wind scented with monsoon showers,

Twilight beckoned, red and gold,

As the sun dipped down, untold,

And kissed the emerging horizon,

Red sky burning to blue poison.

I gape in awe at the entrancing vision,

In this unknown land of alluring passion,

Enthralling beauty, bewitching enchantments,

And I find myself bereft of attachments.

A silvery tune flows from elsewhere,

Euphonious and captivating like a snare,

I tilt my head to listen better,

But end up getting drunk in the nectar,

Of that melting melody of escape.

I wander across the enticing landscape,

And search for that soulful serenade,

Hither and tither, and to the music I swayed,

And then I see Him leaning on a boulder,

As I felt my heart strain and smolder,

His legs crossed and His head tilted,

And suddenly I felt so jilted,

That flute of His, blowing out jingles,

His eyes closed and my nerves in tingles,

As His fingers danced across the holes,

Articulate and claiming the notes of my soul.

Drowning in the drenching divine song,

I creep behind Him and watch Him play all along,

The music of my existence laid before me,

As I take in His ethereal form, a plea,

Forms in my mind for Him to never end,

This deluging music, none can comprehend,

Rationality abandons me within a trice,

And I lean towards Him, uncaring of the price,

That I might have to pay for this inanity,

For this is the sole dream of all humanity,

Sleep seizes me in a deadly swoop,

And I answer it, my lids begin to droop.

Each note rises, and builds a chord,

And each chord itself played by the Lord,

Mingles and fuses to grow into a crescendo,

As I lay my head on His lap, an innuendo,

To Him that I've come, finally,

And wish to lie there eternally,

Listening to His seraphic lyric,

And gazing at His radiant face, A trick,

Of time and age beyond measure,

As the music pours out, a treasure,

Like water through the narrow slot,

Of a brimming vase, which here music brought.

My eyes shutter of their own accord,

At the mellifluous music played by the Lord,

He doesn't seem to acknowledge my presence,

But continues on with His musical essence.

I don't complain, not at all,

This music verily is a blissful rainfall,

As I drift into the arms of rhapsodical sleep,

On His lap and to the sound of lyrical leap.

The heavenly music still haunts my heart,

Forever this memory shall be a principal part,

Of me, even after I dissolve into nothingness,

Like the dust of stars scattered in between stillness,

The Universe, a profound witness.