Hampi

In this place where time stands still,
the stones sing
to the transitory people.
The Indian dance,
where if you listen
close enough
you can hear
the stones whisper
of a people come and gone.
Tales of kings and warriors,
priests and slaves.
You can hear the glorious ballad
of life...the soft lament,
an ode to a treasured past
of which
only whispers
and stone sentinels remain.