Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Cleansing concerto

With delightful abandon,
The role of a singer I don,
Orchestra in my fantasy,
Introduced by the emcee.

I belt out a few tunes,
Alternated by mellow croons,
I am the star of my concert,
With few high notes, I flirt.

The moment doesn’t last,
A peek at the time, I am aghast.
It was great while it lasted,
Music in my mind, I blasted.

The water stops and so do I,
Away from the eyes that pry,
My own stage, here I create,
With just me to appreciate!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you for reading; and thank you in advance for the feedback