melody

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

Make sure your fun is not mocking someone__ pain and your enjoyment is not another__ suffering. The melody of your ears must not be the cries of a powerless.

Broken MelodyBroken melody _ tear sparkling in the eyeOf a woman loved_Please past,Jewel lost,A trampled dreamLips unkissedIn the broken melody.With silent sobs the naked shoulders shake,Their whiteness dazzling_Stabbed, stabbed with remorseFor the moments of mindlessness,For her ruined fate,For the happiness lostIn the broken melody.Face hidden in her hands in shame,Remorsefully the woman weeps,With heart despairing(A broken guitar,A voice stifledOn lips kissed by painIn the broken melody).Silent he stands beside the woman weepingScolding tears of shameThat dim her eyes.Some money on the table quickly laysAnd goes away,Leaving the woman lostIn the broken melody.But when another comes, lust mounts again,The heated bloodPounds furiously through the veins,Benumbing mind_ and only gaspsAnd grants are heardIn the horrid melody.(Translated by R.Elsie)

When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.

Failure becomes success when it finds positive minds; Tragedy becomes melody when it lands in positive hands. With positivity, possibility is assured!

I__ passing the bar Where you first got in my car I__ not ashamed to admit That it__ you I won__ forget I saved your cigarettes andBad habits I regret But the hours flew by like cloudsWhenever I had you around Parachute loverTake me awayFrom the plane that went crashing And the earth that__ in flamesSaving you is saving me High above the redwood treesBut down below I see shadows And parachute debris We're drifting like children Along for the rideEach time we find love Another parachute arrivesOur madness will burn As bright as the sunAnd I__l keep finding lovers But you were the one

Lords of melody and song,Lords of roses burning bright,Blue will right the ancient wrong,Though the way is dark and long,Blue will shine with loving light.

Color is the melody of light.

The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

All this has been happening around them all the days of their lives though they couldn__ see it, then one day, Prayer removes the veil and everything changes. Think of it this way: Picture a man whistling a tune, when out of nowhere, first a harmony joins, then another, and then suddenly he is taken up into a whirlwind of music, countless instruments playing soaring complexities that the man__ whistling is, indeed, a part of, but now he begins to see how small a part; the longer he listens, he realizes that his is not the melody and where he had thought he was whistling alone, the truth had always been the music playing, though never before that moment heard, and now what had been noise becomes symphony.

Don__ try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered the emptiness.

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don__ hear melody from a soundless chime

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

Symphony starts when you walk together, feel the heart beats and understand the unspoken words.

Every men create some sound. Be a melody in this universe not a noise! If you become a melody, the whole universe will listen to you!

Sexual union is only truly fulfilling when both parties are at the same level and definition of love. The same exchange of energy. It__ like music. Alone you have your own tune, but when it__ combined with another it can a magical, divine experience. Each part has to know when it leads, like the melody, and when it complements, like the harmony.

I knew there was something special between us, knew it as surely as a lyric that belonged in a song. But as with all good songs, I needed time to figure out the melody and chords.