... On the Lyrical Paths...

Melody
6 January, 2004
 
E slides up the metal strands and radiates to air.
Its crystal shudder grows, expands and hauntingly hangs there.
Like frozen time or taught-held breath, anticipation grips
the rounding lines of treble clef while twice the heartbeat trips.

Then F intrudes with half a step to steal the light from E
tugging at the plain concept with nervous energy.
For half as long it rules in waves that gracefully dance forth
to meet and conquer silent staves, and thereby prove their worth.

C ascends with mighty bound and guards as F retreats.
The pristine clarity there found excuses its conceits.
As power, high and pure and strong, reverberates and flows,
three moments pass - an eon long - in resonating throes.

All slips to flat when B remains to carry bright C's load,
the partial strength that it contains assaulted, overflowed.
Weaker, though, and one-half down, still bravely it endures,
achieving equal time's renown to win acoustic wars.

Somber G alone is left to linger in the end
and offer up to those bereft the solace of a friend.
With soft and steady voice, it coaxes back the silent norm,
a decrescendo choice to ease the passing of the storm.
 
|Writing| ::Mythical::Companionable::Ephemeral::Lyrical::