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The Eternal Song

Noted Nest

By Anvita Vaibhavi Tata



Hereby shall music call to creation. 

A wide deep dance through dark and sunless valleys into a dream,

A soft-loud tune, 

To them who listen, touches and perishes. 


A procession of sheets from out of the blue into the forest of cosmos.

With a soft playful light of the wonderful moon. 

The pulses in minuscule display a rhythm. 

All meet at different rhythms. 


By strings, winds, and drums this their grace; 

Forming up for an immense auditorium, 

Tome and thump of drums so overwhelming yet deeply soft; 

Silver voices croon soulfully against. 


They usher forth the unison of feeling and composure of mind,

Universal distant voices; a whisper by name, 

From infinite tears unto idyllic pleasures.

The sense of existence in music rings true. 


So let the song fly up into the sky:

That love, that hope, that caring wide.

To feel in every note, everything carries on,

Held for eternity in the arms of music. 


By Anvita Vaibhavi Tata



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