The Melody

By: Saadia Siddiqua

Standing alone, solo
In the darkest shadows
She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers
Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs

Slowly she starts to crescendo, piece by piece
Her fear turns to flavor
And her whispers fade to white
What once was hidden talent
Is now her only sight

A trademark, one could say
And she loved being called as music
Her lovely name

A name she was born with but not everyone knew
A name she felt bonded to, but nobody saw it as true
She grew in the shadows and eventually outgrew them too
Creating her own depth, dimension and diversity
In a world of music
Playing pretend hour to hour end on end
An addiction to creating
A passion for feeling
Freedom in her own mind
The melody