Poetry- The Black Bean Soup Stories

The Black Bean Soup Stories

I meet a melody who is as bright as red sun as mysterious as the musical note of a symphony I kept running into this melody whenever I had a running playlist on loop I didn’t know the rules of the game. I didn’t play hide and seek instead I dove deep in the lake when it’s cold and when it’s winter night. I’m gonna miss these winters, the cold lake dips, the white flowers and the chirpy smiles.  the Paul Klee Stories, the 70 year old petrol engineer who is crazy about planes,  the table tennis games, the walks, the long runs, the promised chicken dinners. here I see the mellow melody in the symphony of nature climbing up the high notes in snow sliding down through the silences in rain walking in a white coat of warm winters wavering underneath the rhythm of rail lines worried of wandering into the void finding meaning in being amidst musical notes floating in the ocean of soundscapes and simplicity creating spaces, silences, bright notes and blues.