Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sing happy dreams!!

You asked me 'what makes me happy?'
I thought I had the answer but my head seemed empty.
Words escaped my lips, my body felt heavy.
The creepy rain kept knocking on my door
but the book of music filled me with hope.

You asked me 'what makes me sing?'
I thought I had the answer but my legs felt numb.
People outside spoke of surrealism, holding on to idiosyncratic notions.
The whining wind kept hitting my face
but the mellow flute put me to sleep.

You asked me 'what makes me dream?'
To that I had an instant reply.
Far away gypsy dance, mysterious desert flowers.
The wanderers kept whispering their travels accounts
but the silent terrace narrated me a different tale.