
Readers it is a beautiful morning indeed. So, I thought I would post this song I wrote some days back. Hoping it would rain. It rained today! Allow me to introduce you to Peter Patter.
As much as I remember
the sun came out to greet the day
He woke like an old monk
the feeling was going to stay
He had a lot to say..
He folded his denim legs
started climbing up the stairs,
like always..
Standing by the skyline
and that is where he prays,
on sunny days..
His guitar lost two strings
last time he went upstairs
He raised a glass half empty
spoke his morning prayers
A smile he wears..
He played the words like no one
Sang the notes again
He knew he had to hold the glass
until he drinks the rain
Birds came chasing his voice
An audience he wouldn't mind
Trees became sure louder
The wind was all so kind
The sun was going blind..
He could hear a neighbour scream
"Peter, that's enough!!"
He played and played
for a wishful trade
on a burning turf..
He could see clouds with closed eyes
all he wanted to feel
He ran towards crescendo
a deal he had to seal..
He played the words like no one
Sang the notes again
He knew he had to hold the glass
until he drinks the rain
Oh Peter! Open your eyes
Put your glass down, take a bow
Pat your back and rise
Let every inch of you
breathe this earth, this air
Take a sip of your holy prize
Beautiful surprise..
You played the words like no one
You sang the notes again
You are the sun, the moon, the stars
You are the sky, the rain..
You are the sky, the rain..