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

 

Tonight…

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…

But…

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.

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