The Sound Poem by Manish Sagar

Sitting in the meadows
Gaping at the stars
I lurched at a sharp sound
That came from afar

I got up and walked
As I wanted to see
What led to the distinct noise;
Or was it just me?

Dew drops at a distance
Wet leaves shimmering in light
Stunning white moon in the pond
Fed tranquility to the night

But I froze at the view
As there stood a lonely tree
Too gloomy for a moonlit night
Or was it just me?

A few more steps ahead
Didn't know what I could find
That sound still inside me
Too unsettling to unwind

Waxwings perched on a branch
Yet no soul seemed free
Were these birds or statues
Or was it just me?

Petals strewn on the grass
Lay still as an empty bed
The redolence of the night
Grew stronger as I tread

As I walked around the pond
The night suddenly lit up with an impish glee
Could this be the epiphany
Or was it just me?

My heart, three sheets to the wind
Eyes widened up
Oh! This is what engendered the sound
This is it; that startled me in the first place
Cajoled me, made me follow like a hound

A flash of soothing calm
Quickly gripped my hungry soul
The gambol of my heart
Eased, letting my arms inadvertently unfold

Nothing bereft
My emotions overwhelmed
That sound that I longed all this while
Was just the sound of the end!