What is music?
The confession of an amour , the way seasons walk on the ramp of earth , the epiphany of self-love , or the laments of a suitor?
I stood still at the estuary of music where the river of my despair met the sea of his warmth. I was nothing but an another broken crayon in his garish bag(life). I sold some shrads of my heart earning some peaceful sleep and nepenthe enveloped in the lyrics to heal the wounds of my soul. He steadily dipped his feet in the ocean of my life morphing the algal blooms of my miseries into happiness pills .
I tasted my own blood and recognised the flavour of his love. I gazed at the universe with the urge to cage his compassion scribbling " only mine " on the bolt. I felt the river of his memories flowing inside my nerves but i am just an another shimmering star in his constellation. He dragged me to the world of his diligence camouflaged with burning smiles .My heart fluttered with the raising waves of fear inside me . He closed my eyes drawing seven moons of ecstasy in my lustrous orbs .Our ephemeral euphoric emotions danced in glee on the purple clouds of his welkin.
The destiny was jealous of us. He showered the rejuvenating spring on me hiding the adieu behind his broken heart . I found myself standing alone in the empty ballroom .
I hung up the portraits of his promises on the walls of my courage painted with the hues of his absence . I saw our words entrapped in the cobweb of my enthusiasm and sighed " poetry is my last hope of survival ".
He painted my life with his soulful music and left me with my aesthetic poetries.
For me music lies in his orbs when he smiles through his eyes , in his graceful moves like the fire dances with the frisky air , in his mesmerising voice which holds the pearls of melodies, in his tiny pinky which flutters the fragile heart of armys .