Melody sings to the rain,
her voice cracking through
the grey gloom like a rainbow
painting the sky in colour.
She sings and her voice is light,
pushing the night away
and allowing the sunshine in to stay.
Or at least it did.
But now
she walks along
the granite paving stones
of this city she calls home,
but now her song
doesn’t hold her tight
like it used to do.
The words obstructed
by a world confused.
Melody feels unsteady.
Her rhythm no longer flows.
Her voice no longer as heady.
Her words stopped dead.
She felt lost, was this the cost
of a voiceless songstress?
To walk aimless just
feeling her feet pounding
the concrete into dust.
She needed to feel complete.
A part of her felt empty,
her heart didn’t beat.
The rhythm had no backing
to keep it in sync,
and as the clouds covered the sky
She let out a cry piercing the heavens.
Why? Why can’t I feel loved?
Why can’t I feel I belong?
Where are the words
for which I’ve searched
for so long?
Just behind the clouds,
at the same time
as another wish
was being spoken aloud,
something miraculous.
The stars glistened extra bright,
they listened to the words
and they burst into life.
A cosmic wave
crashing across space,
imperceptible to us,
just miracles in the star dust.
To Be Continued
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