In the realm of melodies, where wonders take flight,
Where souls find solace, in harmonies bright,
There lies a joy profound, in creating a song,
Where hearts and minds, entwined, belong.
Within the chambers of contemplation's abode,
A composer sits, where inspiration is bestowed,
Thoughts dance like whispers, on a soft breeze,
Seeking refuge in notes, which their essence frees.
But oh, the struggle, to wrangle those notes,
To tame their wild spirits, as the tempo floats,
The quietness’ empty canvas, waits to be filled,
With melodies untamed, yet to be distilled.
Wrangling with notes, a hesitant touch,
As chords tremble softly, in their own clutch,
The composer wrestles, with each fleeting thought,
Molding and shaping, till the composition is sought.
With every beat misplaced, comes frustration's plight,
The rhythm eludes, like a shadow in the night,
But the heart perseveres, amid the disarray,
For the symphony's promise, still holds sway.
Through the labyrinth of doubt, determination prevails,
As the composer unravels, the tangled trails,
Each note, a puzzle piece, finding its place,
Guided by passion, with unyielding grace.
And then, like magic, the moment arrives,
When melodies align, as the composer strives,
A seamless flow, a harmonious whole,
The culmination of efforts, touches the soul.
In that transcendent instance, a creation is born,
A testament to the struggles, weathered and worn,
The music dances freely, with triumphant delight,
A symphony of joy, crafted in the night.
So cherish the journey, of crafting a tune,
Embrace the challenges, both evening and noon,
For amidst contemplation, struggle, and elation's dance,
Lies the euphoria of music, in its divine expanse.
-Mani
