M e l o d y


Fingers moving deftly, soft,

Soft ivory meets ebony

upon a music ground…

The soft caress of notes and love,

And gentle melody.

The violin plays so soft and calm,

So cradled in protective arms.

The music sooths- a lullaby,

The soulful waling like a cry.

Fingers clumsy, grow and grow

To something a bit more.

To perfection

Set from rough to smooth.

It tells of days so long be-gone,

October winds and summers long

Of marigolds and daisy beads

And mistletoe and holly seeds.

The music fills, absorbs, controls

The secrete part of me;

The longing, craving freedom

of a simple harmony.

It tells the story of a life

So filled with pain, so filled with strife.

Yet also joy and love and song,

And do-ers right and do-ers wrong.

The harmony of conflict

Is slipping from my mind.

Better than the bloodied wood

I'm used to in my hand.

The music lifts, crescendo's play.

No lyrics needed just per say.

The final note, the hum resounds,

Then silence ends the heartfelt sounds.

And then it ends-

So slipped away.

The dark is back, so is the day.

The music ends and I'm alone.

And, leaving, there is still the sound

Of haunting fingers

On the rise,

Dancing on the ivory planes

Of simple melody…


More or less free verse. I've always liked the idea of the guys playing instruments. Modified, perhaps. But the idea really stuck and this was born.