Air of Melody
Air of melody and air of sweet sound
air moving through, in and out and all around
of saccharine flowing and rushing through the air
twisting through wavering portals in exotic flair
rhapsodies dressed up in sorrow and spice
like melodic stories of a forgotten paradise
melancholic tears in song and sweet memories
falling down in winding rivers into exotic stories
of solitude moving in and taking up residence
and adorning the music with a special elegance
air of beauty that comes out of the lonely portals
air being transported by lyrical swaying vehicles
invisible helpers that transport the story into music
that bring it into the heart and make it stick
and fall into the spirit in a tranquilizing manner
and let the newly acquired mood take me prisoner
as the trumpet melts the notes into a sweet melody
and the air all around smells of sweet pot-pourri.
“Oh trumpeter; keep playing and filling up the air
with such melodic perfume so exotic and so rare.
I need thy melodies to warm up my stolid heart.”
