Musical Progression

by Eva Ury


I was satisfied with a note
until I walked this forest path.

One singular musical cry
of love or alone.

But now I want a song,
a melodic patchwork

of memory and greenery.
But that’s just the musical

progression and chords.
My song would need lyrics

or else miss the stitching
that knits my quilt of euphony.

It wouldn’t have to be
particularly captivating

in its phrasing. Just feeling.
An all-consuming anthem of emotion.

Author Biography: Eva Ury is a junior in high school. Normally she attends The Masters School in Dobbs Ferry, NY but this year she is living and studying abroad in Viterbo, Italy. There she is immersing herself in Italian language, culture, art, architecture and gelato. She is addicted to reading and writing deep into the wee hours of the night and hopes one day to find work doing just that.