MELODY...

Melody...has its own tale to tell
Sometimes, more eloquent than plain speech
Don't just call it a 'sound'
It is more, so much more than 'just' that...

Sometimes, it is boundless like the ocean
Sometimes, tinier than a liquid drop
It is lucid, warm, spontaneous and natural
It is intricate and elusive, possessing elements of its own...

Whatever the origins, the rudiments are all the same
It can turn mellifluous only when properly sequacious
If not, it becomes noisome
A confusion, a disturbance, a clamor...

It is an embayment of so many emotions
Embalmed with all kinds of live human sensitivities
Technically, it might be read as a careful collection of musical notes
But for you and me, it can mean a lot more than that...

Wide-spread are its capacities and capabilities
Though it comes in through one of the many human senses
It embarks right at the center of the tender heart
Making it fall in or out of love...

It can be inspiring, it can be depressing
It can be arousing, it can be demeaning
It can make you tap your feet and join a joyful jig
It can make you slip into a peaceful repose

It can be soothing, it can be galling
It can be stimulating, it can be ebullient
It can be placid, it can be morbid
It can be whimsical, it can be ludicrous

It can be as passionate as a lover's kiss or as affectionate as a mother's caress...
It can be everything if you want it to be
It can be anything you want it to be
It can still be nothing if you do not want it

It can be a live voice or an meretricious instrument
What ever it is, where ever it comes from
Don't just call it a 'sound'
It is more, much more than 'just' that...