This poem is dedicated to one of the finest Pianists I know, Ludovico Einaudi. It's a dear wish of mine to listen to him perform live someday. Every time I listen to him, it feels I am in a different world. A world where no desires exist, no agony plagues the heart. A world where there is peace, bliss and contentment. A world of beautiful melodies, a world of intense love, a world which heals everything! Thank you, Mr Einaudi for touching and healing my Soul.
Gently caressing the black and the white
Infusing a tender and vibrant love into them
His exquisite fingers radiated the divine light
Bliss was the ring, the soul of music, its gem
Sirius, Canopus, Rigil Kentaurus, stood blinded
For when the music flowed, million souls got lighted
Souls within the sentient and the insentient
They stood witness to the divine magic created.
His closed eyes seemed lost in an enchantment
Born out of consummation of music and love
Oblivious to the mesmerised, teary skies above.
While flowers blossomed, the leaves shivered
While the waves crashed on the quiet shore,
While the dark clouds thundered
While the breeze softly whispered,
An ancient secret to the trees and the creepers
The melody drifted, healing the heart’s painful spasm
Enlivening the soul, calming the mind, twas a divine orgasm.