Rain is drizzling in slanting form
And pelting my roof gently.
Outside, it’s cold and dark, the stars hiding
Behind blindfolded, piddling clouds.
Music flows through my brain.
My ears are full.
Every breath I take resides on pluvial melody,
Charging my pulses towards the mirth of
Eloquent stanzas.
God, how on earth can I thank you enough
For music?