They stepped in, as music, into my life,
Seeping in, to become an indispensable part.
Desi and 90’s stepped back for a while,
When classic rock conquered my heart.
In the company of an alcoholic mate, I enjoyed –
The Beatles, Eagles, Zeppelin, and all the whiskey songs.
Then a summer came, gave way to another winter,
Alcohol and the mate dissolved inconspicuously in time.
But I kept playing back Don McLean and oasis,
It grew on me, more closely entwined.
A mid winter’s day, bought me another surprise,
He asked me, to hear it in the silence of the night,
And gave me Enya, Serenity and Sade(ness),
So was my encounter with the trance.
Though it never caught up on me so well,
I did play it back in the memory of a thought,
How well was he defined by the music of his choice,
Saying so much more than words could dare.
Everything melts in eventually, and they disappear,
Leaving behind traces of thier music, and on me a smear.
Now playing is ‘A tree for my bed’, and I close my eyes,
To the symphony by John Williams, a lullaby.