Tunage Poem by Austin Wheeler

A true melody possesses an eagle's wings of its own.
The bare downy region of its back resembles a throne.
Chaotically sending the lucky to an untapped zone.
Companion to the isolated, no longer alone.

Reviving time thought to be consumed by envious brains.
To float through one's mind aimlessly can keep the loony sane.
The passenger longs to be lost, stray from tracks of the train.
Destinations baffle even those holding the reins.

Nature's messenger brings an abrupt death to the tune.
The graceful escort vanished prematurely in June.
All of the shared moments seemed to fade too soon,
But the radio is a necromancer; the song is reborn as a balloon.