O melody! What do I call you?
Are you the might?
You are soothing,
You are a healer,
You are the tongue of peace.
You bring the past crawling back,
Welling the dry eyes,
Throwing off the burdening weight.
Memories crumble back,
Bringing smiles and giggles
With every note of yours.
You heal the bleeding wounds dry,
Untangle the chaotic thoughts,
Quieten the restless mind.
The wrenched hearts find solace
In every beat of yours.
You could be nothing else
But the pure creation
Of the Creator.