“To grow a melody?" "You can't grow a melody on purpose,” she said, and slyly added, “you have to plant an accidental.”
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”
“You can't tug on a plant to make it grow.”
“Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“you are a beautiful mess, youare the melody…”
“Grow strong, my comrade … that you may standUnshaken when I fall; that I may knowThe shattered fragments of my song will comeAt last to finer melody in you;That I may tell my heart that you beginWhere passing I leave off, and fathom more.”