Mystical Melody

Along a distant path, Rife with fog and and glimmers of plant life A melodic sting slices through the heavy air. The high notes almost pinch ones eardrums, The low notes luring you to sleep. Lines on a page forming one unknown melody, Filled with highs and lows, Fast and slow, A story only some can hear. The melody teases the ones walking, Beaconing them to follow but always staying away Hidden among the hanging willow leaves. Only the ones who can read every peak or drop, To figure out the maze, Can find the source among the wisps. Music is found to entertain, To raise you up and push you down, To encourage. But only some can feel what really goes into a piece, To be able to flow with the lines, To forget the page and leave reality behind. To find themselves floating in a forgotten fantasy, Forming that unknown melody, Tempting others to follow, And to join.