Life’s Symphonies

I am young and foolish. I value the melodies in the world. I write the songs my hands can’t play. I trust my head, but not my hands. I honor mother nature, and her beautiful features, I give voice to the songs with none. I give voice to the songs my soul sings. I am a writer of lyricless songs. I make melodies out of experiences. I hold my thoughts in this limbo. I am confident in my words. I make my mind a symphony. I wish I could sing and play instruments. Like the guitar, or the drums. And I dream, that one day I am capable of writing songs the way I want to, Like the way the wind blows in your hair. I used to think songs had to have music But now I realize I seem to make my own melodies. But I’m really young and foolish.