Poem- Melody-Caught in Climate Change

I meet a melody who is as bright as the red sun

as mysterious as the musical note of a symphony

I kept running into this melody

whenever I had a running playlist on loop

I didn’t know the rules of the game. I didn’t play hide and seek

Instead on a winter night, I dove deep in the lake of chords

when it’s cold

I’m going to miss these winters, the cold lake dips

the white flowers and the chirpy smiles

the Paul Klee stories, the 70-year-old petrol engineer

who is crazy about planes,

the table tennis games, the walks, the long runs,

the promised chicken dinners.

Again, I meet the mellow melody in the symphony of nature

climbing up the high notes in snow

sliding down through the silences in rain

walking in a white coat of warm winters

wavering underneath the rhythm of rail lines

worried of wandering into the void

finding meaning in being amidst musical notes

floating in the ocean of soundscapes and simplicity

creating spaces, silences, bright notes and blues.