Wings of Gray by, Melissa R. Mendelson They say if you reach heaven, you’ll grow wings across the sky. They say that if your dreams disappear, something inside you will die. Whispers of my soul come down to you. My beating, heavy heart begs to live a life true. Chorus: Don’t fade. Don’t fade away. Don’t fade. […]
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Across The Page by, Melissa R. Mendelson Days slip away like tears unshed, and moments of my life drift on by like the dreams that won’t let go, won’t let go. The weight of the world still bears down on me. The stress of reality digs in deep. Trying to make ends meet, my dreams won’t let go. […]
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I Am A Clone (Dedicated to Orphan Black) by, Melissa R. Mendelson She looks like me. Fate flashes by. She looks like me, and then she dies. I steal her life, walking dangerously along the knife, and now I’m cut open. I’m torn apart. They all look like me. Chorus: I am a clone. I don’t belong. […]
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Only 1 in 10,000 people have absolute or “perfect” pitch, the ability to hear a tone and tell what note it is. This unusual ability is acquired early in life, typically learned during training at about four to six years of age, and there are no records of adults acquiring the ability. But a new study shows that people who […]
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“I remembered a story of how Bach was approached by a young admirer one day and asked, ‘But, Papa Bach, how do you manage to think of all these new tunes?’ ‘My dear fellow,’ Bach is said to have answered,… ‘I have no need to think of them. I have the greatest difficulty not to step on them when I […]
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My Poor Mother’s Country Land by, Melissa R. Mendelson Green earth sways and rolls. This is my mother’s home, But mother, please forgive me. They don’t know the wrong they’ve done. Blue skies have fallen. The gray clouds have come, And here comes the thunder, Rolling in, Screaming at all they’ve done. Chorus: What have they done? […]
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“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” – Victor Hugo-
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Shut – By, Melissa R. Mendelson White porcelain faces in this river that I still drown in, pulled under by their world. Painted eyes closed and plastic smiles, their faces drift by as I continue to struggle to stand. Chorus: Will you see me? Will you open your eyes? Can you take me in? Let me be […]
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