The gentle breeze of the light melody

Frolicking in my ears

Dancing and laughing as it sways its path into my subconscious

Whole notes stretch out and lay their long bodies

Beside me on the fields

As sticottos run and play in the tall grass.

Half notes brush by

Moving the vibrant flowers into their own beat.

The sharps laugh

as they swing the quarter notes high into the vast sky

Flats let out a chuckle as they push the melody

down the gleaming silver slide.

Music entrances me in their fantasy

Weaving their dreams

Into the very life around them.

It's sad really.
To see the endless adventures go to waste.
To witness them lie  there never to be uncovered.
To never see the dragon vanquished or the lovers finally meet.
To forever lock the words of countless poets and philosophers.
No one will ever gain the knowledge of the written pages.
No more shall people dive into the worlds of fantasy, and escape from their own.
The shelves remain full, the stories gathering dust and mold.
Not a single person cares about the abandoned library on Chestnut Street.

I sit at the edge of the dock, swinging my feet on the water's surface.
Tiny circuits bleed out under my toes and escape across the vast lake.
I glance up at the stars, questioning the eternity of space.
Why doesn't everything last that long?
A comet runs across the glittering quilt of black.
Do the heavens exist?
I wonder as my hand traces circles in the molding wood. The dock creaks as my legs sway back and forth.
The crickets and frogs sing me their symphony, plaguing my thoughts with memories of her smile and her loving caresses.
I miss her hugs, her comforting words when I cried into her stomach as a young child.
She used to hum the most beautiful melodies as she rocked me to sleep.
And sit with me, right here in this spot, and teach me the ways of the water and the stars.