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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