So...I came up with a melody for my lyrics. First, may I say how your comments intrigued me! It was fascinating to see you envisioned the song as a rap, as bluegrass, as country. It made me want to set the words to each genre, just for the fun of it. Indeed, if I were to indulge my own listening history I would have written it as a fugue, since my parents ensured we had a healthy and nearly exclusive dose of classical music growing up.
At any rate, doesn't that seem a very Pride and Prejudice thing to do? To cluster around the pianoforte, eyes bulging from stranglehold corsets, amusing ourselves with a rap in iambic pentameter?
I ended up writing the melody as a ballad...whether that was the best fit for these lyrics, I don't know. When I sat down to the piano I realized I had written quite a mouthful of words. Maybe it should have been a rap. But I wanted the song to feel reassuring, so I tried to write music that conveyed warmth.
One more thing: while I generally try to avoid disclaimers (don't ever expect me to apologize for my messy house--this is a home not a museum), I feel obligated to acknowledge the mediocrity of my singing. To my everlasting sorrow, I know it's not dulcet. It's not that I'm trying to put myself down here, but somehow I think when one posts an audio clip of one's voice, it generally conveys the notion "I think I can sing" when in this instance, such is not the case.
I really couldn't tell you what is the case, but it comes closer to this: I am 42 years old. I've spent a lifetime wishing I could sing and avoiding opportunities to do so because I knew it wasn't my strong suit. Suddenly, I don't care so much anymore. My insecurities and self-imposed limits are becoming increasingly tedious as time goes by. It's not that I've lost my head and think I'm destined for the great concert halls of the world; I just want to write a few songs and sing them.
p.s. This song is dedicated to my beautiful sisters. Nothing makes me happier than knowing they are doing okay. xo