Melody

     Fingers gingerly danced across the frets and strings of her acoustic guitar, while fiery curls bobbed in rhythm to the slow song she played. Words never came out right or in the proper expressive manner that she felt. Lips moved silently and she tried to work out pitches and lyrics before letting them be vocalized. Some say music is more apt to touch a soul or a heart. That was what she wanted. To have the music reach out and speak in ways that she couldn't fathom doing on her own. She paused a moment and flexed her hands, relieving the slight tension that was building within her fingers. Now seemed as good a time as any, and she wasn't sure that she would keep her mentality of doing it, if she waited until later to do so.
      She took a slow, deep breath and steadied herself against her guitar. Then, reaching out with her right hand she pressed record on her computer and counted in her head. "Three, two, one.." Her fingers began to dance again with a purpose and instead of wordless music, she let let loose the lilting melody that had been playing so long in her head. Each chord and each pitch rang in harmony and she smiled inwardly as she played. Her only goal, was to touch his heart and convey her emotions when she was at a loss for words...



     Herp derp, and more random writing, some I'm happier about than others, though I also can't say that I mind it all that much. I have too much to look forward to and to dream on, to be weighed down by silly doubts. Should they occur, it just means I have to pick myself up and keep going. It's how the world works anyways.