Melody And I Poem by Vincent Onyeche

​Oh o ho o ho o ho... Hold my hand
O sweet melody from the air, water and sand
Orchestral of comfort that I've always heard
Long before the smooth rough passage a crying song was sang
Long before my femur bones grew though and long
Like a heart, it's a rare kindness, that of shall I brag
Don't change the sound even if she's lost, she will be found,
Don't you know, without her the birds will be dead
Don't you know, without her the clouds will go blind?
I will be damn if the music stops to bang
I will stay up late all night in a pit I shall dig
Incase the hummingbirds refuse to sing
Melodies from the back of my black tougue
My own sugar fire, tongue of a hot fog
Making reality from the sounds where fantasies belong...
Wake up sweet sleeping melodies of peace,
Would the drummers stay off their sticks
When the set of drums produce vibrations?
That is an answer when the flowers shall wither,
Then I will be damn if it happens while the rain is a singer.