“Dear Melody, Love Ink.” Day Three

—a daily love letter to music:

Day Three

“Some books dance. Some songs read.”

Dear Melody,

Some days, I read a sentence so seductive it waltzes off the page and dips me. Other days, a song slinks in like a paragraph that knows my past lives.

The truth is—there are books that shimmy with rhythm. They move like verses, sweat like vinyl, and flirt like jazz. And there are songs that feel like memoirs, penned in scars and scansion.

They don't just rhyme—they reveal.

One night, Nina Simone became my favorite poet. The next, James Baldwin turned into a ballad under city lights. The line between a lyric and literature blurred, and suddenly I was dancing to Toni Morrison and reading Alicia Keys.

Maybe that’s what art is.

A duet.

Sometimes you hold the story. Sometimes it holds you.

But always—it makes you move.

In prose and percussion,

SHERIS