ode to frank sinatra

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
a melody is only a tune.
as it sounds iota bits like balloons.
escape and float away far reaching you.
melody when it sounds they are as no words
some may hymn and some may hum
but each have words all alone
they become like prayers like that of noon
and float away like holy balloons
a melody can only explain
that when words come together
they are like saintly rain
so here we go again
once again orange blue yellow white
it is a pretty site
float float away
my pretty pretty balloon