Music is not
a note or very many,
Music is,
what an able one
can imagine
and then contain,
albeit in even
a single note.

Music is not
in the meaningless mnemonics
dha kai duN ghe
take-trik-dhe
na-ki-T-ta
ghin-nNaan dha.
Music is
the meaning
sa-arth
in the meaningless
nir-arth
that a master can
lace,
—grace, it with.

Music is not
when one plays
—one sings.
Music is rather
when music plays
when music sings.

Master is not
who plays music
but, for whom
music is played for.

My Doer,
my Mirasi,
the Entertainer
I,
the jajman,
the entertained.

The entertained I, Ah!
Occasionally, my Entertainer
en-illusions me;
I am
human
born
—in pain
—in sorrow
—in joy
—in celebration
successful
—a failure
Ignorant.
At times drowns me
—in love
—in hate
Notions all so ‘alien’,
Notions so strange.
Separation.
Longing.
Union.
…at times awakened
—dead.
But then,
Snap!
There isn’t I.
There isn’t the Entertainer.
For, there Is
—the None-other
—Nanak.
Just entertainment!
But then,
From all knowing to
None-knowing.
All by Itself.
Unaware,
of Its Own Self.

When None exists
Concepts
Thoughts
Expressions
Logic
Music.
That is
Then is
Music.

BBS. 2012. November 30.
Glen Cove & Hofstra University, Hempstead.