Melody----

These next two posts are about the same woman.  The first shows her when she's around  twenty-four years old and a very wild young woman.  The second is about her twenty years later when she is in her forties

Melody

Rock & roll lady, rock & roll classy

rock & roll ride

She's a little too pretty

a little too sassy

a little too easy with her time

Got a blond haired boy in her pocket

two boys in her purse

and another on the telephone line

She's always been part of the music

her soul, pieces of a dozen songs

looking down the years

swaying to the rhythm of the lines

she's said 'I love you' to thirty steely eyes

embraced passion and saw it in the melody every time

She tells little white lies

just to keep the world alive

and she hides like a child sometimes

but the song forever rolls

with a beat strong, insistent & true

where guitar's rebel like a sharp edged tool

while bass notes weave smoky blue doubts

and the music makes strong men fools

Each night I move over her body

and do what I want with my time

I can touch the music, caress a lullaby

but lyrics are fleeting shadows

the song, a secret question

hidden in the sparkle of turquoise eyes

Dewey Dirks copyright 1992

For Elaine