Up and down and sway away,
Is today a better day?
Sail around thro' swirling cloud,
Summer has begun to grey...
There is mischief in the breeze
Hanging on the precipice.
Something tells me I have changed,
Crawling out of some crevice.
Falling through the whorls of time,
Falling out on what was mine.
Carry on with all my woes
And life becomes another mime.
Colours fade and so do I,
Music fades and melodies cry.
Tomorrow is a better day,
Today for I must learn to fly.
"Music fades and melodies cry"
ReplyDeleteThis line stood out to me. I hear music fade when the song is over but the cry of a melody. It seems as if it is personafied...