Elegy for a Maestro: Rajeev Taranath

Silent strings, once vibrant song, Melodies hushed, where echoes belong. A master's touch, forever stilled, Rajeev Taranath's legacy is forever chilled. Dancing fingers, now lie at rest, Ragas unplayed, a silent test. The wisdom passed, a lineage strong, Yet music's heart now grieves the song. Traditions held, a fading light, The past is preserved, yet shrouded in night. Improvisation's flame, a flickering spark, Leaving a void, a lonely mark. No more the sound, painting stories untold, Emotions were silenced, and a heart turned cold. The human canvas, draped in gray, Taranath's artistry is forever at bay. Challenges faced, a victor's crown, His passion's fire, forever unbound. Souls untransformed, a melody unheard, The sarod's silence, a weighty word. No loving caress on the waiting string, A maestro's life, a broken wing. The past honoured, a future unclear, Taranath's memory was a precious tear. Though death may claim the maestro's hand, His music lives on, in every land. A final note, a whispered sigh, Rajeev Taranath, forever nigh.