Everything depends on the melody
With all its singing so sweetly there drawn
Tone to a tone in its pure simplicity
To carry those harmonies on and on
Beautiful splendor in its cleanness way
Everything waking into its dreaming
Tones of colors in their most interplay
Something of love to distances deeming
That a heart wants' to listen to and applause
With many feelings that never will go
Two jointly more closely it always draws
On to the instance moods of high and low
There may be variance in the kick and the snare
But it's Melody that goes from here to there
*If you want to have a listen to my music, please Google like this: 'Peter S. Quinn' - and then listen to my melodies...; -)
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