Legend of the past following me

As I saw through my window

My silly imagination crying

Away when a train whistled

I cherished "I am off to the farms"

Just an illusion of the sonic rhythm

Moments left untold remains in the darkness

Only the dark light can reveal it

But when an old church bell rings

The locks of my hidden treasure of stories

Slowly melts to the sound of the divine alarm

It took me as an trembling shock

Then a routine,and after my only hope

I sat biting my finger nails in the back benches

All the keys lie in the sonic world

One day when they play the melody of sudden silence

I shall handover my treasure to you

To listen to who I saw inside

The melody striking chord within

Floating with the sounds of realisation

I await a silence to break the chord within

And let me fly,leaving the treasure behind

For years to come,or may be till a day

When a soul comes looking for it....

                       ---Kris