The Piper's Letter To Me

Marriane, this morning 
The fluttering bys- the chirping crys 
This over-alive life 
The splashing dyes 
I wonder 
The piper- sings and swings 
The notes he hits 
Knows the sync
The bell towers- old and vintage 
Knows it shows it 
With the same resonance
Once it did
And the post guard 
Unboxes the secrets 
Opens the heart 
Unlocks the doors 
Those letters gaurded with fear and filled with blasphemy 
The letters on the letters run pale
The ink too sinks 
None to fear- as none on the post
But the piper I see
Writes a letter too
On the air 
Full of colors 
On the proper address 
On the timely exactitude
The letters delivered 
I too
Heard the poetries painted on rhythms 
Meant for me......
___Priyanka Koley