Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  hmm... o...a... waking from big dreams exhausted what mum called enervated -- the pepper tree was about to make something happen that's right the birds to sing of ancient Spring -- a buzzer police downstairs -- life in the big city -- aching  for the country weave -- nice & slow a single hand with needle & thread -- short horizons eye view block life with obstacles city living -- the rage brews why are the people so quiet? sedatives? man i take the store & people half my age waddle like octagenerians melbourne is dead deaf dumb -- still the birds urge me to keep writing their modern songs something deeper greater & more harkening than any freedom song songs of ultimate freedom beyond Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  'on mother earth & old father time' the currajong not sure whether to sing not hearing the echoes today please, spirit of the land ur right hold back to Bunjil & Waa the Eagle & the Crow the true paradym for this land forget this poem at ur peril the currajong flies off i hear him calling from the distance to tell a story that reverberates the river Birrurung Marr it was merely a mask i'm in year 3 art class mum let me walk to school with my neighbours when the cops come & take David away to serve 20 years in prison you can't talk in abstraction about torture don't reduce The Dreaming to myth the currajong sings "David! i hear u brother!" Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  in time it will grow in time it will grow warmer hotter then the cool change it will rain again -- i live in hope to soothe the distemper of being -- the ebb  & flow crescendos decrescendos -- this was a bold piece of music -- i long for the quiet -- after my mum died i could not get off the couch in the dim of curtains drawn Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.