My Sweet Melody

O sweet melody!
Watch her as she wisps her overflow'd heart
to destroy all cantanker'ed moods
and toss them among glowing leaves
and sprout them to good fruit!
For it is these joyed choruses that bring
light back to the reptile's scales
after a winter of famine and woe.
See how Father has curbed her grin
to be a brazen beacon of hope!
O to hold such a wonder in finger's clasp
and to be instilled upon the such a bright foundation!
She is the escape of melancholy
and bane of a sour temperament.
Such fields are sown in the revelry
of her charm and grace.
Listen close to the wind
and glance her from the edge of your eyes
and such glee will join her serenade
from the distraught corners of your soul.
Behold and be held in the grip of merriment
as her music heals bitter entanglements
and prunes away the perjured branches.
Grace grant that I may one day wander
into such a secret of joy,
and thank Grace all the more
for her company in all terrains of life.



For Lyndsay. Because music makes everything better and you are my song.