My song doesn’t get played a lot. Hardly ever, actually. In some parts of the world, you will hear it sung around Christmas time, but it wasn’t meant to be a Christmas carol. Not originally.
To tell you the truth, I think it was composed for me, because (unlike cheese,) I love it. In my mind, there are no words attached to this song. The melody speaks to me on a fundamental level. When I hear it I can close my eyes and feel the harmonies on my skin. They’re feather-light, and they tickle a little. They remind me of fragrant summer nights when the sun never sets, an orange sky and laughter around a campfire. They’re all the colors of autumn, brilliant leaves falling to the ground and the smell of rain in the air. They’re the cold of new snow and the warmth of the sun in May.
I recorded a version of this song about a year ago. I posted it here on the blog, and even though I promised myself I wouldn’t dip into the archives for this challenge, I couldn’t help myself. Because they never play my song, I always have to play it myself.
This post was written for Nicky's 30 Days of Writing challenge. Please visit We Work For Cheese for a list of all of the participants. *