Vibrations on the wind,
floating through this space,
this cold winter eve,
drifting rainbow lace;

Raising on her tides,
the spirits of men,
surfing radio-waves,
dancing in her zen;

Cradling my mind,
as she feeds my heart,
holding me tightly,
in places I fall apart;

My music she hears me,
and keeps me warm inside,
with soothing mellow melodies,
my heavy metal guide.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar