Music in the Gardens of the Lord's Design

I heard the anthem of the spheres and found

Within the music of infinity,

Supporting by its lone eternal sound

The arpeggios of lost divinity.

But in the decades since I touched her feet

All has lain quiescent in my breast,

The soaring trills, the varied rhythmic beat

Are stilled as when the heart is in arrest,

For peace is yet a stranger on these shores

As I look across the oceans of my song,

The chords of truth upon life's soaring scores

That swelled within me lovingly and long.

In human years approaching sixty-five

A voice outworn, unable to retain

The vibrancy to chant or to revive

My strength to sing the mantric OM again.

She wanted me to bring a music down

"No words," a revelation of the new,

But through my human indigence have flown

The years, remaining notes are weak and few.

A hope remains that I may yet transpose

To mortal ears those harmonies divine,

In Auroville the lotus and the rose

Transplant to gardens of the Lord's design.