Noticing my attention is drifting towards me,
a once flourishing petal in the streaming clear water.
Water bound to debouch in a in a sea full of opportunity,
even though I still seem to question the latter.

As his water seems twice as deep,
making it harder for the petal to take the leap.

The leap

Hold on to your melody,
whatever emotion it may bear.
Carry on playing it endlessly,
let it be the reason for the smile or frown you wear.

Let it define you and let yourself change the words to it sometimes,
let it be an incentive to read between the lines.