In just a vast nothingness br You unwind, holding on to the placid moments. br br You suspend your thoughts br As everything starts from there br Need to get back to the origin br So that creative cycle revolves uninterrupted. br br You delve into the strings of meditative incubation br From where music germinates br And engulfs far and wide. br br You conjure up postures classical br Of the temple’s architecture, br As your elements spring up br Into a grace and elegance unforgettable. br br You comprehensively mesmerise br The people, the place by the br Enduring jingles of your subtle feet. br br I nourish and cherish br The remains of an echo of the jingles created br On the invisible walls of my soul br Long after the show is over.br br R.