The Pianist...

Perched on a swinging chair,
Gazing onto the front,
The pianist sways his fingers -
Tapping the keys
Petting a mouse,
      From time to time;

Making not a sound
But the clatter of keys,
Feeling nothing at all
But scanning -
      Something on a screen;

And his eyes wander
And his fingers dance
And his head turns...

And so ...our pianist runs.

"The Arrival..."

'Midst the cloudless skies, the sun shines down,
Among the green grass, snowy inflorescences glance
Tossed by the breaths - confused by gusts; 
Somewhere, a sculptor places a crown,
Somewhere, a troupe of drummers dance,
Somewhere, the pious commence fasts;
   ...Someone's approaching.
The populace is blithe
Men and women beatific -
Children  turn jocose,
Mint raiment, dazzling embellishment
Radiant visage, effusive mirth
The euphoria gushing out;
   ...Something's betiding.
Pandals illuminated,  idols lithe
Divine Mother - idyllic,
Vanquishing humanity's foes,
Inspiring deification with venerating merriment -
Revering masses swelling in girth,
Ecstatic in their devout bout;
     ...Some fête's ongoing,
Autumnal fest ...citizenry frolicking,
Burgeoning lotuses, fledglings warbling;
Mother is coming
Mother's sojourning...