poetry

Melody

Melody


Music. Swirling, twirling. A floating note, floating higher higher. Gone. 

There are some unlike anything else. There are some swinging singing running faster and faster. These are some unlike anything else.  

Exciting flying dipping lower going under and around such sound of going and going and going faster. Notes. Blowing flutes beating drums running until we are flying and flying over and over. This is something unlike anything else. 

Voices floating glowing high and low below over and under. Hundreds. Loud proud and singing music. These are some unlike any other. 

Sound abounds and love and hate and life and violins and love, and dying crying escaping weight and hatred. Notes laughing dancing chanting curling and unfurling. The music is here and here and here but not there. But hear. 

It is something unlike anything else. 

Photo by Vlah Dumitru

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