Here’s a poem I wrote a while ago after attending a Hindustani Classical concert. Edited it a bit and posting it 🙂
At the Concert
The lights dimmed
ending all conversation
the musicians stepped onto the dais
We receded into the background
awaiting an experience
They were like magicians
and the mood was to be set
while they whisked many ragasÂ
out of their unending net
their golden fingers
weaved the magic as
their bracelets glimmered
on their silken sleeves
they entwined the strings
percussed and played melodies of the wind
they followed all rules
yet not discarding freedom
and I heard the heavenly harmony
of music, poetry and rhythm!
I watched their faces twisting slightly
at tiny errors, almost imperceptible
their expressions of ecstasy
when they surpassed their own expectations
be it the sarod, the tabla or the shehnai
as the music shook the stage
all else receded into the dimness
we receded into the darkness
and let them take the stage