The Fountain

I was walking along with a heavy head
Going wherever my footsteps led
When up ahead, I saw a sight
Dancing drops of reflected light
Jets of white rising into endless black
Touching the clouds, come falling back.

Now my footsteps take me there
And silent music fills the air
And everywhere I feel the same
Mystical mist of sparkling rain
Time and again, those delicate sprays
Like sparks of life would touch my face.

Forever I stood there in my mind
Time moved on, yet I lagged behind
And senses, once blind, now awoke to mend
My pain and happiness into a perfect blend.
And ever after the moment, the silent music stops..
I shall share the joy of the dancing drops.