Night Music

Muted unidentifiable music coming

from down the lane


The Palomino guy’s house

is usually lit up like a country church

each night when I walk to the

barn and back

sounds of a TV show drifting out

the back door



it is dark at their end of the lane

I can’t decide where the

haunting music is coming from


It reminds me

of Bollywood movies — that high

pitch sound and phrasing…


I can’t tell for sure

(no identifiable words…

just someone singing)


Definitely not the strains

of Tejano music that

usually floats through

the neighborhood


It is intriguing and

makes me smile…


Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

I wrote this several nights ago, needed to have a break from the PAD prompts and post some of my other work.