"..Of frilled skirts and bow ties"

Sitting by the window
I sensed a melodious song,
A song that played in my head
A song that couldn't go wrong..

I stepped up to the window sill
To look outside, and wonder,
If the weather had made the tune
With all that rain and thunder..

But the sun shone that day
Sharper than a smiling rogue,
And I fell back to my seat
Enjoying the humming monologue..

There must be a source
Where this beauty was playing thief,
Charming my senses, me as a whole
And fluttering every glowing leaf..

The neighbour couldn't hear it
"How daft!" I thought,
It was the most exotic sound in years
What a pity it couldn't be bought!

The cat couldn't be singing
It had no voice, rhythm or rhyme,
It was growing on me like ivy
Poisoning a shrub of lime..

Then crossed a child walking
And I asked her if she knew,
She giggled, and skipped around me
And her innocence changed my point of view..

There is no melody in the air
Or a song cheerful and blush,
There is only happiness and insanity
And smiles in jokes we hush..

While she hopped away gleefully
I ceased gaping into the night,
There can't be an answer
For something that just feels right.. !

I knew then, that very instant
The meoldy that ran a mile,
Was simple in my heart, and been there
All this while..

Shuchi15/01/07