The Wind Whispers
The wind whispers in our ears....A song to be heard
The wind whispers in our ears…A story to be said
As we stand in the green lush meadows
The sounds come to our heads note by note
Like droplets of water from a partially closed faucet
The sounds come to our heads chord by chord
These sounds seem to carry a life with them. A life of Quiet. A life of Still. A life of Peace.
Peace .Like the gentle meandering streams flowing before us beside these green lush meadows.
These sounds carry a life.
A life we once had.
The wind whispers in our ears….A song to be heard
The wind whispers in our ears….A story to be said.
The wind whispers in our ears…A long forgotten melody
A melody silenced out by the grind of the City Hustles
A melody swallowed up by the jaws of the Big City.
A melody we heard in the times when our stars came out at Night.
Now our stars don’t come out at Night
Or maybe they do but Smoky Skies and City Lights mean they are out of sight
A Melody we used to hear when life was quiet.
The wind whispers in our ears…A song we sang
The wind whispers in our ears... A story we shared
The wind whispers in our ears...A tune we knew
As the olive green palm trees are rustled gently by the whispering of the wind
Our minds are unsettled but rather roughly
Our eyes meet and ask questions even as our lips remain unmoved
Why did we stop listening to the music?
Why did we stop hearing the melody?
Alas the answer comes to us
In our pursuit of the higher things we lost the simple things
In our pursuit of the superior things we let go of the subtle things
For the wind had always been whispering
Its music had always been playing
But our hearts had stopped listening.
Now the rain begins to fall drop by drop
This means that we must leave this scenery upon which we have stumbled upon by chance
But No, we shall not go
We shall remain here
Until we have been soaked with the petrichor of the love we once shared
Until we have been soaked with the memories of the songs we once sang
Until every chord is played, until every tune can be remembered
Then we shall go
And pray not to lose our Melody again.