An imagination of music
An imagination of music
The notes of your esraj
like birds
slowly open their wings,
an ecstasy of wings
beating inside me,
the pure sudden beauty
catching my breath,
a storm of birds filling the sky,
a rush of stillness filling my life -
like the stillness of your eyes,
your hands,
like the imagination of music
emanating from your chair,
like that uproar of silence
you call
an esraj concert.
– Chidananda Burke.
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