Melody

As my tears pour and my heart softens,

I know no one can save me but me.

Can I remember that I am practically empty

as my inside melts and as it stiffens?

If not so, how can I understand the simplicity

of being human?

Does a flute only play the sweet tune?

No.

It is also here to play when

the winds are blowing hard,

and carry the melody

further than heaven.

Alexandra Sotiropoulou