Melody Maker

Melody Maker The music in my mind plays softly. It is quiet today. I can write and enjoy each stroke of the pen as it touches the paper... like a lover for the first time with their dearest one. Gentle, soft, and methodical the sounds interlace the moment, with memory, to create remembrances for later, when the resonances have lessoned or stopped altogether. . In the distance I can see the white clouds, they are rising slowly, and gaining power, and physical strength. My heart beats slightly faster, at the sight, and the music responds. Somewhere nearby harps were joined by lutes, and flutes. Not dancing and prancing, but bouncing against the unseen droplets that will fall with the coming storm. It has not happened, but I know that it will... still. I rush to finish the equation, of love and forever, the answer clearly presented. The tune changed, and rearranged... the water touched the paper, and caressed it anew, the secret was then lost.