Sweet Melody

What is this sweet melody, beckoning to me?

Whispering in my ear, like a crisp autumn’s breeze

Enveloping me so very delicately

In its silky fine blanket of soft, fluffy dreams

This one is no bogart; it is willing to share

Its secrets, its lovers, its tales of despair

Void of all shame, inhibitions bared

Making it no secret, how wonderfully it’s fared

Whenever I am troubled, apathetic and weary

It wavers patiently, waiting to be near me

To hum a harmony, sighing so deeply

Honey to my senses, bewitching me completely

Yet apprehensively, I can only imagine

Music caressing me with its fingers of satin

Tracing a story, my mind it implants in

Weaving threads of idioms into quilts of passion

Its symphony is a serpent, temptation is its key

Stealing all my worries, placing them in a sieve

Engulfing my troubles, evaporating at the seams

Ensuring I sleep eternally, with this sweet melody