“Dear Melody, Love Ink.” Day One

—a daily love letter to music:

Day One

“I couldn’t help but wonder… are lyrics the new literature?”

Dear Melody,

I used to believe that the great romances were tucked inside hardcovers—smelling of dusty libraries, ink-stained margins, and old souls. But then I heard a Lauryn Hill verse and realized… sometimes literature wears headphones.

Because when Sade sighs, “This is no ordinary love,” doesn’t it ache like a Shakespearean sonnet? When Kendrick pens pain into poetry, isn’t it Baldwin with a bass line?

I couldn’t help but wonder—are lyrics the new literature? Because I’ve seen more vulnerability in a 3-minute track than in entire trilogies. Lyrics don’t need footnotes. They need headphones and a heartbeat. They sneak into elevators, echo down sidewalks, and live rent-free in the spaces between love and goodbye.

Books will always be my first crush—but music? Music is the one that writes back.

Love always,

SHERIS