The lazy music is still.

 On a busy street,

In a shop full of

musical instruments,

Many voices 

of the strangers were heard,

Singing bowls, in different sizes,

were on display, 

with symbols like 'Om', 

to calm the soul.

The lazy music was still. Within.

.

Meditating on sound of the waves, 

in the evening, as the  moon rose,

Slowly, the winds sang

through palm, and the coconut trees,

Our hearts were beating in symphony.

The lazy music was still. Within.

.

In the stillness of the night,

the sound of wind chimes 

create magic.

Talking our hearts out,

under the starlit sky,

Something stirs within.

The lazy music is still..

rejuvenating and relaxing.

-payalagarwal