melodic harmony

In the mist of my dreams;

she resides;

Music flows from within her.

A swirl of notes twist around her;

like a vine on a tree

notes flowing down

whole

half

quarter

eighth

sixteenth.

Vibrant colors of

blues

purples

pinks

yellows

and orange.

I feel her warm essence;

but a last she is only a dream.

Born of mind’s own work,

but she is there for me anytime;

I wish to hear her perfect melody.