Shall i speak to you sweet

sotto-voce

not a whit

whispers of the fallen leaves 

the tinkle of broken glass

brusque bhartrihari 

sparkling like ice - augurs of an avalanche

do you heed the hemant raag crystal clear, no?

seeking meaning in the cloud drift 

messonge  silver-tongued, yes?

look not here for kalidasa

oh dear the random notes and yet 

delightful seem

this mute symphony of the 

cygnet stars

salt on the lips for i have drunk 

the sea

sail away sail away hark the siren

the gold 

you came 

to fleece

sandalwood  sunset your eve

an ouroboros

come now ponder not 

gandharva strum the strings

impatient the apsara taps her toes 

and that avalanche

will you won't you join the dance

--

a/n

this is totally off-the-cuff, just for the 'eck of it

leaving the reader to make of it whatever