Where The Music Of Hope Can Be Heard

By Abhyuday Kiran Hadal

The ripples faded with the slowly ebbing sound of an instrument unknown;

Breeze hushed and stopped to hark, for the melodies carried the scent of fresh dew;

The trees swayed with resonance, as though trying to accompany the harmony;

An atmosphere of great gravity was set by the dim early hours of dawn;

A nameless force had clasped the sun and fixated it firmly in its place at the horizon;

While the same force did its best the keep the incandescent moon afloat;

Auspicate dreams overflowed from very crevice of ether;

Shimmering shadows cast forth by the loch, all awaiting the moment;

Just as the first leaf descended and touched the nurturing water;

The music began, nature listened on to the wonderful melody;

Divinity seeped out of the young man, who played the instrument with euphoric expressions that were mischievous and yet so beautiful;

His lips made an impressive embouchure over the flute, gentle wisps of his flowed through while his fingers danced, twirled and pirouetted on the holes gracefully;

The suddenly perked ears of deer and cottontails paid homage to the mesmeric rendition;

When he played the final note, time began to move once again;

An eternity was shattered;

The luminous moon had sunk once again;

While his radiant and warm counter-part arose like a phoenix out of ashes;

Azure mists that covered the dense verdant forest quickly retreated;

Dawn had dispelled the magical fragrance of wild-jasmines;

Crimson overwhelmed the dark cobalt sky;

Chirps of feathered-folk cut through the aura of stillness enveloping in the forest;

The youth began to prepare for his departure;

Nature hadn’t and it silently suppressed its feelings;

The divine esoteric night had passed, but nature wasn’t ready to forget the moments spent;

As cyclical as life is, the forest would wait once more for him to return,

And bless the ears that listen, and forsake the ennui;

The still waters of the pond were now booming with signs of life;

Trees looked compassionately at the pond shedding leafy tears;

The viridian forest would wait for the time they too would glow with life;

Now, they had to wait for him, the one who emancipated the forest and filled it with life.

By Abhyuday Kiran Hadal