Poem- The Black Bean Soup Stories

I meet a melody who is as bright as red sun

as mysterious as the musical note of a symphony

I kept running into this melody whenever I had

a running playlist on loop I didn’t know the rules

of the game. I didn’t play hide and seek instead

I dove deep in the lake when it’s cold and

when it’s winter night. I’m gonna miss these winters,

the cold lake dips, the white flowers and the chirpy smiles

the Paul Klee Stories, the 70 year old petrol engineer who

is crazy about planes,  the table tennis games, the walks,

the long runs, the promised chicken dinners.

I see the mellow melody in the symphony of nature

climbing up the high notes in snow

sliding down through the silences in rain

walking in a white coat of warm winters

wavering underneath the rhythm of rail lines

worried of wandering into the void

finding meaning in being amidst musical notes

floating in the ocean of soundscapes and

simplicity creating spaces, silences, bright notes and blues.