Metamorphosed Melody

'I let a song go out of my heart' as if a song locked up within you keeps it safe you release it itís just a delusion

you think you'd know by now that all melodies eventually get out of hand your mind rules your heart and your heart can't stop them

life improvises you you believe you can make endless permutations on a theme the notes you can osmose into any rhythm

but the continual non-sequitors which swing you, like a bird on sudden updrafts

until you've changed and your original theme is now a new tune

there is nothing to be let out you're not rent even thought you're flat- out empty

you're not mortgaged either

all the rest is just jazz.

© Diane Stevenson Schmolka May 21, 2003

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