And she smiled...

Isabella was surprised...
To see Francesco practising some kind of physical exercise...
At the parlour front
On a mat...
His writing table he pushed aside
To make more room...
And a tibetan flute was on...
Ethereal kind...
'che cosa e questo?'(what is this?)
She asked...
Francesco's eyes were closed...
He was standing half...
With his arms bent...
He sort of paying obeisance...
To Someone...
His God?
His heels were not touching the mat...
He was on his toes...
And the light piercing the curtains
Fell on the mat...
On the floor...

Knowing there would be no reply...
She went up to the computer...
Some folders...
They were kept opened...
Some formulae...
Chemical reactions...
A movie folder was also kept on pause...
IP man.avi
And a music player...
And a song...
Tibetan Flute.mp3
It wrote...
The titlehead...
She searched...
A collection of music...
'Child in us...'
'Return to innocence...'

She smiled...

'buongiorno...Isabel...'
She heard him soft...
And she got a strange smell...
An aroma she got in her dreams perhaps...
But never possessed...
She turned around...

Francesco by his eyes
Signaled her
To look at his table...
Pushed aside...

A thin kind of a stick red was burning...
A small strip of white smoke was coming out...
Incense stick...

Isabella felt she got soothed...
Her anxiety about Frances gone...
Her cares about life gone too...
About little things...
Washing machine not working...
The plumber not responding to repeated calls...
The car's oil consumption increasing...
All gone...

'you can always go back
To managing affairs banal...
But for a while before that
Let's have a sky walk...
For that would help you more
To swim ashore
Despite waves and storms lashing down...
Now...please do not frown...
Just smile...
Just smile...'
Francesco said...
Drenched in light...

And Isabella smiled...
A glittering one...
The most beautiful one...
The most divine one...