in a land of only melody
there's wooden tapping and four soft strings
whispered words into a song
they'll grin and laugh and hum along
there's fairy lights and what I feel
to beats and notes and all-too-real
from "you're out of tune!" and "is this chord right?"
the land of only melody is a sight
three silly kids who play out their heart
they'll mess the key up and go from the start
in a room where no one knows what to do
they'll write lyrics and dynamics too
the land of only melody is in her room
where we exchange our songs to sing them soon
tears and smiles, voices and a ukulele
our secrets lay in the land of only melody
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
