The melody took to the sky
Carrying passengers as it soared.
It sang with all its passionate grace,
Yet the busy humans snored.
Later, the song descended.
Its calming chord still blares
Throughout the box for people
Uninclined to take the stairs.
The saxophones and drum set
Make monotony so sweetly
But the elevator’s patrons
Tune out its song completely.
So the melody went sideways
To where the unsmelled flowers go
And lived its quiet style of life
Under the uncounted stars aglow.
And those that rode that metal box
Just heard the elevator’s hissing
And they stared at the lights, unspeaking,
Unaware what they were missing.
The Daily Travesty 