Resonance; July 10, 2009; 1:50 pm

I am a string
with many other strings
All of us have to play
the role

One is strong
Makes a deep sound
The other
Just like me
But intelligence abound
The 3rd one
Sings a happy note
Yet another one
She falls short

I make a sound
And everyone applauds
The best sound ever heard
I enjoy the compliments
While acknowledging
The emptiness within

And then
She strummed
Soothingly soft
I have ever heard
Firm and gently
Facing the crowd
Trying to keep a face
I got lost in her sound
away from that space
Listening to her
Something within me moved
Felt like singing
In a joyous mood
As she continued
Sang a heightened crescendo
I saw myself responding
To her song
In a way I couldn’t comprehend
I felt there’s nothing
In my hand

She is alive
And she makes me same
She is joyous
And she makes same
She is dancing
And she makes me same
She is beautiful
And she makes feel me same

I heard the loudest cheer
When I sang at the time
My song was complete
The crowd saw the different shine
Within I was full
Fullness I didn’t know before.