I’m there –
Every time the train whistle
And even after its echos had faded,
I’m there-
in the silence
and in the darkness that prevails around!
In the rush of thousands of feet,
heading home –
I’m the one,
still walking beside you,
on the trail –
that seems uncertain!
If one evening
you spot two strangers at a tea stall,
I’m there –
in the fragments of their smile and talk,
trying to inspire you
like the last flower of the stulk.
In the brilliance of city’s night sky,
if you spot even a single star,
it’s just me—
watching you, from afar,
with lights of hope and prayer.
In an empty theatre,
if you sit in the last row,
I’m the quiet breath beside you—
you’ll know.
Beneath your feet,
when you feel—
the waves tickle and tease,
remember—
in the hush of the sea, it’s me,
trying to lift your heaviness with a laugh,
a breath of calm on your behalf.
When the breeze turns soft
and the beer hits just right,
know I’m smiling somewhere,
because—
you’ve found a little peace tonight.
And when your fingers meet the keys,
I’m the pause between your scenes.
Never loud, always near—
a shadow in your creative crowd!
