The chiming melody in the Poet's heart, Humanised the hulla-baloo outside by Etching words on the parchment of silence. Vibrant verses were concealed by patience's curtain Operas of harps, violins & pianos echoed though, In words, but the silence remained unwhispered Distracting not the Bard, though himself, unsung! Sheer discipline of Silence left a mark on history In the words of the poet, in the song of the verses. Laconic were the words or deaf - the operas? Endeavouring through master's orders became its duty. None so faithful being has ever lived, Ceasing itself to not let the master be annoyed, Eternity would remember this silence who became void. For a better read : The chiming melody in the Poet's heart, Humanised the hulla-baloo outside by Etching words on the parchment of silence. Vibrant verses were concealed by patience's curtain Operas of harps, violins & pianos echoed though,