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Carefree in the Melody


The first notes, they tickle my eardrum,

As the cares of my world slip away.

The music swells and it deepens to naught

My fingers keep time, try to play,

The keys on a piano, the flute wails in treble,

The violin strings, the bass’s deep rumble

Then just the right note is hit by them all

My heart swiftly jumps, and then melts in a puddle

When I listen to music, my cares, all my trouble

They get carried away in a sweet symphony,

The notes they all join in glorious euphony

And deep down I feel, I know for real certain

That everything will turn out all right. 

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