The Melody

Is tugging on my heartstrings,
Trying to pull me free of my body and the earth.

I am not of this world,
The impermeable barrier to my home lies just beyond
The song in my head, the sound in my ears, the harmonies in my heart, the music in my soul. 

It brushes against me softly
During flawless recreations of greatness,
And moments engulfed in song,
Taunting.

The ecstasy in those moments is worth more
Than all of my life in this alien world,
As the harsh sound of speaking slowly erodes the meaning of words.

The End

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