sweet melodies

we're all alone, 

sometimes talking on the phone

with everybody else

marching on the parade ground, 

listening to the sound

of time passing away.

there's always more to say!

for when i saw you singing to the trees,

hair blowing in the breeze,

perfectly at ease,

welcoming me to the picnic table 

like in a legendary fable

happening in real life,

i felt harmony everywhere

and sweet melodies

drifting thru the air,

whispering my name:

this is not a game.