Hear The Words Hum

Finding the melody in the malady 🎼 Music is in everything, every word and emotion. Submit your writing, poetry, or prose and I'll try to compose a short song inspired by it. I also give feedback when requested. Read guidlelines before submitting. My original writing can be found here @wind-some-light

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Pocket Your Feelings I hear an echo in the wind. I hear a voice in this place. I tried already to rescind who may have lightened up my face. I keep going down this passage. I halfway don’t know what I’ll find. Yet each time you warmly greet me. You, so eager to bind. I feel a little power that if I ever dared, one day I could claim you, If by then I cared. When I see you next, I will embrace you, though I fear that I won’t want to let go, once I’ve gotten you that near. Silence your eyes. Quiet your lips. Put your hands in your pockets. Don’t let me touch you. Don’t let me see you. Don’t let me hear you. Don’t let me see your heart beat… with your dark eyes. With your passion… With me. - B. E. Barnes Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @hushed-words

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I Was Born With Blood Too Eager 

I was born with veins too small To hold the current at which My heart beats

Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @markante-korenwolf

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Cirque du Trois  You had plastered patterned paper in the bedroom and a three-year old had scribbled between the flowers in black ink. The room with the piano and the Renoir— painted pink behind The Luncheon on the boat and the Seurat in dots of zinc. We found a spider in the bathroom as big as my hand— and where I used to sit and peek at the parties held below— at plates of food and at the cellist in the corner— and dad kept a jar of pennies in the shed by the garage— where the kids stomped on a sea of balloons after the night had ended and the guests went to get their coats. But we moved to the other side of the state and went house to house as strangers occupied our home. They let the weeds and grasses grow high and creep into the gazebo and their junk accumulated in the yard. I could see in the window— they had soaked the screen-printed garden in water and peeled it off in strips and shreds. I wondered what had happened to the Ethan Allen beds. I said I bet you had returned to be at rest here when you died and you might meet me by the mailbox should I also have to set my life aside. Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @diffidentdelusions

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Charis Daughter of Eurynome and compassionate attachments, how private her pain, it spills palms out  and open into each word, a stain on ceramic shards; a history runs through her, river, her bed a navel, an orange. No one asks her the source, where bleeds the wound, how steeps the tea, when? Who gives the mountain and voices echo- ing there, trapped avalanche? To know her, the water of our cells, into ocean deep sublime pitch, fathoms and leagues. Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @hopebe

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Lady of the Shadows  The woman was of otherworldly beauty, her raven hair spilling over her shoulders. She sat upon the throne with a menacing laziness, like a cat overlooking mice. Her pale face was pretty, but a predatory smile curled her lips. Her icy gaze followed me as I entered the hall, and I felt shivers go up my spine. Writing by @literaryqueen20     Music by @wind-some-light 

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White Out  caught. stung by the type bars this white out murder murder! white mixed with the red of. dull words Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @cruxymox

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Short Stops, Long Trips  Sitting on the cracked wood Brown oil flowing through Golden rays of light colliding with My face pressed against the sticky Air flowing around in my lungs like Water rising from the big blue space That is the ocean Sitting on the bent culms of green A scent of nature rising through the Heat boiling my thoughts Melting into oblivion forming Memories of good times I had Alone with the great vast lightness Of the sky above me Sitting on the hard rocks Grey shining from underneath the Moss that tells tales of bygone Days fading away turning to Mist of the times I sat here Admiring the beauty Of the lonesome forest Music by @wind-some-light  Writing by @birgerbosbach

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Shadows

In the shadows I do sit Amongst the trees With the mountains to my back The wind searching for me 

RaquelL

Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @rquideal

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Try  

You won’t ever know if you don’t ever try, hiding in a corner, ‘cause your'e too shy, clinging too hope a little too tight, you’re afraid that all of this is gonna turn into blight, but you’ll make through this, you’ll see you’re gonna become what you wanna be

Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @prettyme067

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Dawn Even in the dark of the outcast’s eyes There are the rays of an exiled sunrise The dawn of a day meant never to come The hopeful light of an impossible sun n.a. 

Music by @wind-some-light Writing by @wind-some-light

[melodypoet]

Hello, I’m the Melody Poet :)

This is a bit of a pilot project, but I’d love to see how it takes off. I love writing (I post my original work on my writing blog @wind-some-light) but I also love composing, and I think it would be so cool to make music inspired by the words of others. Submit your own writing, poetry or otherwise, and I’ll try to compose a short song based off the emotions or mood expressed in the writing. This could be a themed melody, or something more ambient like background music to read your work over. If there is a specific sound you have in mind you can try to include a short description with your submission. I look forward to reading your words!  The Melody Poet