• Before the window
    Cleared, and unscathed by ballistic meaning
    I sat at the piano
    White, pearly and unpolished
    Bathed in a hushed morning light
    I ran slender fingers across white ivory
    Sweetest sound arose from the smoothed keys

    It wasn’t my own
    That solemn melody
    But, neither was it theirs

    Bathed in midday sun
    Silent as his own beaming rays had been
    A shadow had swept across my way
    Maybe it was a cloud
    Blotting away unwhispering light

    Long drawn from fanatical thoughts
    I had paused to flip the page
    A new set of notes came to greet
    “Imagine all the people, sharing all The World”
    I had sung
    And still continue to sing