Melody

A pretty little melody
Keeps playing in my head
I fear to cease it that I must
Play it until its end.

A cruel and unkind faith it is -
But one that I must know
To dwell in place of calm expanse
The melody must grow.

And symphonies will come to life
Explode in people's throats
All of it derived
From that single set of notes.

So play, brave tune, and suffer me the painful works of growth

My brain has planted
Little seeds
Picked from that set
Of notes.