Music Of Air

All day long
Minutes and seconds shriek unending.
The face of a cacophony
Keeps staring at me.

I, however,
Am listening to the music of air.
Soft, sweet air
Is serving my life,
Caressing life with tender lips,
And kissing an aged life,
Standing in the courtyard of death.

An old man has an aged air.
An infant has a tender air.
A youth has a youthful air.
Trees have a tall air.
Leaves have a green air.

I feel with my finger
The lips of the music of this breezy air.
Shoving all cacophony out,
Back at the verandah of evening,
I keep listening
To the music of air.

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