Chanson Mélodie

My zip closed up, and on each foot a sock,
I am now ready for the coming day.
Somewhere, within my head, the tune I seek
Comes back, and through my soul begins to play.

And it may seem to me a joyous air,
Though tinged, somewhat, with sadness or with pain,
And though vague in form and substance, always there,
To haunt me with its oft-recurring strains.

Unsought, unbidden, it came back to me,
Lodged in my head, almost invisibly,
Soaring skyward, its beauty enthralling me,
Its essence fixed in me quite utterly.

It is not for me to tell you how to think,
Sure this tune's echo deep within you remains,
Poised like a poet's quill, pregnant with its ink,
To fire dreams, and swell the soul's refrain.

Let us all share these moments, when they come,
When Song takes wing, soars to infinity,
Into the dust of angels is transformed,
The warp and weft of words and melody.

May its presence be like Serendipity,
A blessing on you, wherever you may go,
Ingrained in your life's fabric, day on day,
This song, this tune, always a part of you.