A realisation

 

Melody sings,

only this time

her voice

reaches out

and dances with

the very stars,

that her soul

is flying within,

and they twinkle

in applause.

Her heart pours out

in every soulful line.

The voice of an angel.

The voice of hope.

But is it wrong...

 

These words

are not my own,

she thinks.

They belong to...

That’s it, she says.

I need to speak,

to let him see

that his words

are unique.

That he is unique.

That he is...

In her head

there was a line unsaid,

just a thread of something more.

She wanted to see him again.

Needed to be sure.

 

Closing the door behind her

she bounded into the night.

The song stuck on her tongue,

the moonlight guiding her way.

She is not wrong. She knows

somewhere deep in her bones.

It was in his eyes, deep inside,

a smile breaking to get out,

and she wanted

to hold that smile tight.

 

To Be Continued