painting by Madhu Sen

On a lightning-sky-canvas a girl touches keys
at her will. And the notes-of-storm fly as they please
in an instant of colour-time. Silence is shattered
as silence takes hold. Light’s paint-sparks are scattered –
at the fire’s hand, the wave’s hand, the sweep-of-storm’s song
in a pure breath-of-being. Not a note is played wrong.

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