Often giving birth to a song,
Or a tune to sing along,
A music, so captivating,
The melody, so soothing.
Soon realized hearing some more sound,
There was this harmony all around,
The faint little steps taken forth,
With anklets on, its clinks echoing around,
The bangles jingling in the hands,
The tap of the shoes against the floor,
The clap of the hands asking for more.
Triggered by just about anything,
I found melody in everything.
Talking, shouting, singing, walking,
In the barks, in the thuds,
On the knocks, over the clouds,
All the sound had its own charm,
Some even had a story of its own,
In the beats and in the loud bawls
Even in the cries and in the whimpers,
That sometimes were deep and dark.
There lay a creepy silence
Eerily enough which too echoes.