Analysis of Melancholy

Sunflowers, a sea of yellow stars,
Sleeping inside my madness, they are my music
my art, my desire.
Flowing on for ever, a silent song,
heard by my mind still, over the years;
the dance, the sleepy lullaby,
the jaunty vocalist forever in my thoughts.
I look within, with delicate, soft eyes,
A tear is shed, memories of rain drops
falling on an old tin roof, striking the earth,
recollections of thunder's roar on a stormy night.
Cold tears comfort me now, I without a heart
The sunflowers without lights glow,
Together alone.