Melody of Dwelling

Melody of dwelling

It hurts to hear the ignorance of truth

The melody of my foundation

Though, I’d be guilty to say that I didn’t want a vacation

Shrilling violins, the constant beat of the lowering drum

“Such a pity, when will harps come?”

 I doubt that we’ll hear the laughter of flutes

Nor the song of what once was

I’ve accepted all of what one does

But, when the stranger heeds the notes

That are thrown on this paper; it promotes

My unique song that plays for all to hear

Will be criticized with out consideration

Of the piano of time, and circumstance of creation

Now, what will be for this tune,

Or the heart of composer?

 Shall the curtain be the closer?

For the ears have yet to grow understanding of this noise.

By,

 Holly Soresso