Listen to the background tunes some times,
Observe their slight modesty,
And witness that bizarre rage
That they conceive for all admirations.
They’re there behind the curtains,
Just to keep you going
Right before the curtains-
Their scales change with your life’s tides,
And at times they go against your moods,
Probably to lift your spirits up,
When you’re amid some inscrutable storms.
Listen to the background tunes sometimes,
For their eternity says a lot to you-
They need no lyrics, nor any voice,
Just a occasional collaborations
of your voice with them,
And no mikes that move towards them,
And claps that aim towards them.