Prowling soul

Sitting solely near the casement A charmy breeze that strikes my face With absolutely nothing coming in my mind Where my phalanges makes headway against my thoughts Eyes that winks for tales A bit of silence There I hear my body's tune for my life , Heart that beats, Hair that swings as a soothing violinist, Digits that makes ups and downs as a executive pianist , Inspiration and expiration that tries to catch the flute, Suddenly ! Got out of flow A tweet of the bird tells that 'You are alive in your body'.