A Lover Of Divine Music Poem by Mohammad Younus

A lover of divine music
Boarded the plane that ascended,
Beyond earthly bounds.
The plane soared,
And celestial space
Resonated with melodies—
A symphony of joy,
Rising through the skies.

But it plunged to earth,
And with the crash,
The music ceased.

The listener of harmonies fell silent,
The sweetest melodies dissolved,
Mystic ecstasy vanished into the void—
And worst of all,
The holy halo around the face faded.

The heart trembled,
Stricken by the death of the listener.
But the greatest musician,
In the heavens, mourned its loss—
The truest listener of my music, gone.

Yet, when I hear faint echoes,
I find myself singing,
As if the songs
Are etched within my soul.
The truest singer—
The spirit of love—
Still sings to the world.

Though once I believed
The music was lost,
I now realize:
Its marvel endures,
Living on, eternal.

MyKoul