A melody is music, singing, sounds from different things and places. I believe a melody can come from fire. Wind, water, trees, flowers, animals especially birds.
the melody of the breeze and the trees they’re playing me, they play on my ears and the rush through the weeds makes them more than weeds, they’re ornaments, idols, shrines to growth and sound, the beauty of the castaway, i vow not to mow them down, my yard will become overgrown
Every morning, there’s one stuck in my head. And it stays with me all day. Over and over and over. I can’t shake it. Until the following morning. Tuesday was Afternoon Delight. Wednesday, Rocketman. This morning, it’s Seasons in the Sun. Which as it turns out is lovely background music for loading a shotgun.
As the sound of melianes voice rang through the auditorium jealousy ran through me. Everyone in the theater knew she would be leading lady, we had no chance
Song, singing, joy, harmony, together, music,
A melody is music, singing, sounds from different things and places. I believe a melody can come from fire. Wind, water, trees, flowers, animals especially birds.
the melody of the breeze and the trees they’re playing me, they play on my ears and the rush through the weeds makes them more than weeds, they’re ornaments, idols, shrines to growth and sound, the beauty of the castaway, i vow not to mow them down, my yard will become overgrown
Every morning, there’s one stuck in my head. And it stays with me all day. Over and over and over. I can’t shake it. Until the following morning. Tuesday was Afternoon Delight. Wednesday, Rocketman. This morning, it’s Seasons in the Sun. Which as it turns out is lovely background music for loading a shotgun.
As the sound of melianes voice rang through the auditorium jealousy ran through me. Everyone in the theater knew she would be leading lady, we had no chance
The melody drifted from the piano in the other room as the rain fell. The sounds played off each other – the rain and the piano worked in harmony.