Years of longing had turned his heart callous
and yet, those eyes reflected the pain in his ballads.
Was it the beauty of those aching melodies?
Or was it the turmoil of long forgotten memories?
The musician sat there amidst his own lilting tunes.
The sound was but a cry out over the dunes
so someone somewhere would then approach;
upon his silence, they’d encroach.
As if in answer, approached a boy very meek:
patiently heard his song, and kissed him on his cheek.
The boy spoke warmly, and broke the man’s rut,
opening up a heart that had been for years shut.
The boy surely spun some magic that day!
For, now the man sings happy songs
and smiles when he plays.
– Saumya Patki