Distant Melody

Fatigued mind lays the body reclined Stretched further the paining legs Fluttering heart lulled in closed eyes Evening albedos splashing leafy on face Gentle breeze airing a temple melody Bliss of heaven blessing the soul gentle Band of seven bores harmonising the mood A Nagaswaram-music nominating the Almighty Who can be against such tranquil pleasance Caressed when weary the body, mind and soul An ebon instrument mouthing heavenly utterances Reed to bell out to solemnise from afar I'm appeased and I'm invisible.. Behind those dulcet frequencies gone My mind, my heart, my soul in rapture farther A godly touch consoling me from my woes This garden, this chair and my body Be null until self mine resumes To notes of Nagaswaram dancing my soul Cadent my mind in accordance to Thavil