I. Playing the Melody

One Hundred Themes

Theme Sixty-Seven

By: QDT

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The high note is not the only thing, but the low note is nothing.

The melody soars, rising up, reaching for the stars and shooting past them. The notes are lovely, each tone sweeter and higher than the last. And now they rise and fall, swoop back to earth for a moment and leave this mundane world for the sky a second later.

The flutes are trilling away, playing in a high only music can create. They are free, exploring the heavens above and the earth down below, but they leave the earth to its own devices every chance they get.

They soar and they fly and they forget themselves.

They forget everything.

They soar and they fly and they forget that every melody has an accompaniment. They forget the harmony, with its grounding bass and other earth-bound notes. They forget that when they fly away, the rest of us are left behind and don't soar with them.

Everyone forgets.

All they remember is the melody, whether it plays of sunny days or mournful tunes. The melody gets stuck in your head. The melody is what you hum when you can't remember all the words, and you forget too.

But the high note is not the only thing.

fin

NOTE: Written from the viewpoint of my bass clarinet. It's sad that it doesn't play the fun part.

...This looked so much longer on paper and in my word processor...