Melodies By: Victoria Garcia-Talbott
Melodies as old as time
Ticking, breathing all the same sounds
For instance, dropping a dime
All can be dated back; all can be found.
When? Who knows?
How? Who was there?
Only time has yet to know,
And yet can share.
Was there ever a time of silence?
Where no one heard a melody?
Some agree, I agree
For at one time I felt silence stalking me.
A question you may ponder.
What to do when there is no sound
And you sit and wonder
And yet no answers can be found.
I say, when there is silence
I hum a melody.
I sing
And when there is violence
Melodies can calm the worst things.
What do you sing, and to whom?
You may ask.
I sing of all things even the darkness that looms
And even sing of my daily tasks.
And to who I sing,
And whose lovely ears I ring?
I sing to the birds
I sing to the bees
I sing the power words
The beautiful melody.
And How sweet
Are these words
Making birds peep
All around the world,
I sing,
And my voice like the liberty bell rings,
Like it has through time,
Waiting for those who’s melodies, have yet to find.