Rhythm in Life

A poem

Photo by Mohammad Metri on Unsplash

Scattered in the air is the song I hear
Blowing back to me everything I breathe
The music I always heard
In the sob of pain, in the joy of gain
It is music and music alone
which is etched as a pattern in my soul
never bonding, always setting me free.

Flowing in my blood are the stories of rust
Dark memories coming as dark melody
Reminiscing gleeful rhapsody
While trying to find my own harmony
Music, I call it my own hymn
Echoing for me in the world I hear
Let me say it — it’s been me, music, & memories.

©Shweta, 2020