I wander across a silent land
As a miserably lonely man
Following the call of
An early morning bird

With nothing in my head,
And nothing in my hands

The bird, in all its morning cheer
Chirps and trills for all to hear
It sings even though there is no crowd,
Its song is as magnificent as it is loud

It holds its head up, proud and high,
It looks up daringly at the sky,
Like the clouds are challenging it
To fly

It leaves the branch it rested on
Wings spreading as it took off
And I still remain a lonely wight,
But maybe I, too, can take flight.

In a world where silence sings its tune,
The rhythm of soundless music made me swoon.
Melody whispers without a single word,
A song without lyrics, yet deeply heard.

Notes dance in the air, delicate and free,
A sound of my soul, a silent decree.
No verses to guide, no lyrics to sing,
Yet, the heart understands, in quietening.

A sailing ship in a storm's embrace,
Navigating the storm to find its grace.
Each wave a note, every blow a chord,
In the music of silence, a journey explored.

The wind becomes a conductor unseen,
Directing the ship through waters serene.
No need for words in this melodic flight,
The soundless music carries through the night.

So let the ship sail in the storm's ballet,
A dance with silence, the night's display.
In the heart's quiet harbor, a melody supreme,
The rhythm of soundless music, beyond time.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind