The Song of the Soul...

In moments of solitude, the poet hears a song,

Resonating within, deep and strong.

No instrument plays, no voice lends its tone,

Yet from the void, a melody is born.

Without words, it speaks volumes profound,

In every note, life’s treasures abound.

In silence, it whispers, a tune so pure,

Like the river’s hum, a timeless allure.

The rustling leaves, the sway of the trees,

Nature sings along in harmony’s breeze.

Deep within, a lamp softly glows,

The soul’s song flows, where inspiration grows.

Sometimes it comforts with sorrow’s embrace,

Sometimes it dances in joy’s endless grace.

The poet’s pen sways to its hidden beat,

Transforming the soul’s song into golden speech.

The first light of dawn hums its refrain,

Or the moonlit night carries its strain.

The poet feels it, in every breath,

The soul’s song whispers life and death.

Each note tells a story, each rhythm a thought,

The soul’s song transcends all that is sought.

The cosmic hum, the essence of life,

Binding the poet to an eternal light.

Its mystery lies in the tears we shed,

Its joy dances where smiles are spread.

A companion in grief, a partner in bliss,

The soul’s song is truth, a divine kiss.

The poet hears it, and a verse takes flight,

Of nature, of love, and of eternal light.

Each word, each stanza, carries its flame,

The soul’s song, eternal and untamed.

In this sound lies infinity’s lore,

The path of the soul, its inner core.

From the poet’s heart, the song flows free,

The soul’s music, a hymn to eternity.