melodies, trickling through my ears. my ability to hear, is apart the desire to listen. woody, instrumental tones; chiming and echoes of sorts. they resonate with my sunken spirit, pressed down and over; from day’s weary weight. slowly, i will begin, to peel my flesh apart; in awkward willingness for these sounds to flourish. at a lone, shrill note; my mind, will drift towards streaming river. and abruptly, will i be reminded of, flowing water; and it’s potential in carrying life, through droughts. likewise, the natural force of it’s being; able to flood, cities till wholly immersed.