Its late in the noon,
evening almost;
The noise from the party lingers,
while I float around like a ghost.

The music from last night,
playing in my head;
While the iPod lay silent,
dormant and dead.

Echos of Floyd
ringing in my mind;
Hungover in bed,
humming what I can’t find.

As the rays of sun hit me,
specks of dust in the window;
I lay here awake
breathing the music glow.

Comfortable and numb,
no thoughts stupid or smart;
I enjoy now the music
that dwelleth in my heart.

The sweet surrender to sound,
reverberating through space across;
Carrying me slowly to sleep
when the music begins to stop.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar