What is my mental viin'a' saying today?

In the sweet bliss of each rhythm
and in nectar filled and tingling tunes,
it remains engrossed.

How much touch of hands did it get?
How many experiences?
In how many ways did it speak?

Due to its fainting
there has been no occasion for shivering.

The one whom I see in my mental mirror,
is also found in mental fragrance.
He is beyond thought, place and time,
I keep calling Him, playing my viin'a'.