Sunday, December 06, 2009

Last night, at a sarod- sitar concert at the NGMA:
The music cascaded like gently flowing water, a salve, and then with a flourish exploded into a million sharp shreds, each pure note rendered to scratch deep and uncover secrets best left untold.
On the long walk back to the station, I smiled at the ghosts flit by in the shadows on uneven cobblestones.

7 comments:

mago said...

I would veryvery much like to hear sitar music in concert. The NGMA has an interesting website.

austere said...

NGMA is interesting, so is its location. I'd seen a Picasso exhibition there, with the walls painted a special red. After some time, I was crosseyed and everything seemed cubist and red.

mago said...

:)

PQ said...

Sounds beautiful...

austere said...

thanks, mago n pQ

Arunima said...

looks like you had a good time.

austere said...

yep...