THE PERFECT MELODY

Perfect Melody

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The air feels thick,

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker,​

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

SING ME A SONG

SING ME A SONG

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody.

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

 

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until all can hear your words.

 

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of far away places

And times long gone.

 

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the keys so softly.

 

The words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land in my heart.

 

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

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THE PERFECT MELODY

draevendelunaSource:

 

The air feels heavy,

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 
 
The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
The first drops fall.
Water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds and souls.
Prepares us for a new day.

SING ME A SONG

 
 
SING ME A SONG
 
Sing me a song.
Write me a melody.
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
 
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
Until all can hear your words.
 
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of far away places
And times long gone.
 
I close my eyes.
I can still hear your words.
I can see your fingers
Stroking the keys so softly.
 
The words have taken flight.
They reverberate through time.
They have left your lips
To land in my heart.
 
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty heart.

THE LONE WOLF

Howl at the moon young wolf.

Will anyone answer you?

Does anyone care?

Howls soon accompany

the lone sound.

Notes varying in tempo and pitch.

In tune together in their quest

to raise the moon.

The moon shines down upon them,

in acquiescence of their mournful sounds.

All is right with the world.

Life is in perfect harmony.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.