Faye Sizemore

HIDDEN MELODY

In the shadows hidden where they don’t belong
Live the memories of an old… old song
It was sung by brothers… so strong…
Who defended each other from all wrong
Brothers who often disagreed…
Sometimes forgetting the others’ need

The music plays smooth and mellow
Each note played by a different fellow
The crescendo rises and falls at will…
Almost becoming deathly still
Then rising as the wind in a thunderstorm
Threatening at a dangerous level of harm

As I listen to all the wondrous notes all together…

I think how sad the song would be
If it were played alone… by only me…