the tune in my mind has flowed perfectly for years,
or so I'd like to think.
it's a wondeful melody, with a few simple notes,
unknown to the world around me.
as the years went on,
the melody became more.
half notes became quarter notes,
quarters became sixteenths.
my utterly blissful tune seemed to grow,
each new experience pushing it along.
my voice knew it was the only way
i could say the things i needed to say.
it had no lyrics, only notes,
and it had never been disturbed.
all until that night,
when the melody became more composed.
there was no longer a single line,
for it had been joined by a harmony.
the melody was now