Postcard from a Night of Music
—from Asad Khan
Tonight the stage opened like the night sky,
and in my hands the sitar
became a quiet river of sound.
Each note travelled slowly
through the silence of the hall,
touching hearts I could not see
but somehow could feel.
The audience breathed with the music—
a thousand quiet souls
listening between the strings.
In those fleeting hours
there was no performer, no listener,
only a shared sky of melody
where the raga unfolded like moonlight.
If I could send a postcard from this night,
it would carry only this whisper:
For a few timeless moments,
music was not played—
it simply lived among us. 🎶