Melody

Melody

This tune is like sunlight,
and heralds colder, fiery days. 
A woman listens to a young man who I assume is her son,
her face expressing uncensored parental love. Each wrinkle responds to his tales. 
Around us you might hear the sustain of language.
And that tune, 
which changes, 
smiles at melancholy
and dances in my throat.