Song With No Melody
Maybe if I didn’t have the attention span of a sack of potatoes, I could sit down and write something meaningful. For the first time—last week—I really got angry with myself for forgetting a tune I made and really loved. I had the words written and melody down for a sad but hopeful little something. But as I was sussing through the melody of a possible bridge or chorus, the first medley I had thought of slipped away from me. Usually I can find the beauty in such things happening to me—some nonsense about the irreplaceable beauty of irreplaceable creation and how the loss is just as magical and mystical as the bearing. This time went down differently. I cursed, I screamed, I may have even kicked a few things. It just sucks. I don’t usually get too excited about anything, especially nothing that I create. So when it finally happened, I was not thrilled to find that I had forgotten about it as quickly as I had thought it up. Of course the only way I could deal with this was by writing another song immediately afterwards with the opening line being “I’m a song with no melody”. It turned into a cutesy, colorful something. Which is good, I guess…if you like to take intangible, meaningless emotions and turn them in to super tangible, meaningless words. I thought about just throwing away the piece of paper on which I scribbled down this melody-less thought. I crumpled it up and everything. Right after, I un-crumpled it, folded it up, and put it in a drawer. There’s already so much around me that I keep unfinished, what’s one more piece of paper?