Melody

• Kirstie Davidson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

The Melody makes your heart sink
With its melancholy rhythm
hands sweep along worn keys
as the pianist spills, his unfinihed dreams
Everybody Listens

The melody makes your heart sink
the repetitive pitter patter of rain
beating, dampening your spirit
The cold clasps your lungs tight
Shut in this meditating class
Everybody Frozen

The Melody makes your heart sink
the funeral march plays
the sun, too bright for the occasion
Black and white vision, blurred with tears
Everbody Cries