THE VIOLIN SINGS NO MORE...




You are nowhere,
But your melodies linger
Just like your memories,
Filling me up with musical energies. 

I make garlands of flowers,
To use for the bridal bower
When we finally unite
In a golden light bright.

Flowers,birds,butterflies all wait,
I wait with a bated breath,
Humming your tunes, now quiet,
Waiting to melt in your embrace tight.

My violin sings no more,
I wait near the sky's shore,
To strum and hum together again,
Till does the red blood in my veins reign.

©Madhumita