Sitar

Your ethereal fingers grace the strings of the sitar,

Evoking love and life,

Making it speak for you,

As your words are much too fragile for your sweet lips,

Your world of music,

Fluid and enchanting,

Has made slaves of kings,

And believers from stone,

Cast your melodious spell,

And watch how we softly float around you,

Like wisps of clouds,

Bowing and swaying,

To and fro,

You are light,

You are the one,

As you grace the sitar with your loving touch.