My Soul Poem by Mohammad Younus

In stillness of night, the eye begins to listen,
I meet my soul in the deepening sound,
I hear my echo in the echoing arched house
I am delighted as prophet of Islam says
He who listens the word enters the Jennah
What's this word but music of soul -
thepure sound that blazes the fire of love
My soul, like some love-maddened bee
Keeps on singing for it's queen which is I
Fond of music, I listen to it with heart's ear
The sound enters myself, and I the sound,
I am one with One, free from the tearing mind

Mykoul