Melody in the making

Life is a symphony

Intertwining deep inside,

Like music soaring out of the lungs

Emptying the vessel to raw nothingness.

Vibrations in the larynx

Which fill the room with a beautiful melody.

Singing without any care,

That it satisfies the soul. 

An angel in the making,

Holding a pretty harp

In a world that was simply divine.

Using her voice as a source of being presence,

A light to the path.

The crochets falling gracefully in their place

And this is why you hear only the melody, and nothing else. 

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