An Ode to Melody

Bring me that cello no more

Let the strings chase the swallow today

And thou shalt sway

With the strokes of the fiddle this May

Till my song blended with the cries that distance heard 

An emotion so summery dry

I feel this thirsty spirit

In me all of a sudden lit.

These hummings lament mamories

Many deep of cruel atrocities

Others of joy unbound

This spirit in me is found

With poetic verses of eternity

Painted with the serene storkes of beauty.

Amidst the lasting stillness

"What is it", I still press

Shakespeare found and Mozart lost?

Or perhaps a capture of no cost

It is fleeting, passing...

The fondness slowly fading

The emptiness growing

But the spirit found still beholds.