This word itself sounds like a melodic passage, it is flowing with liquidity, then suddenly abrupt, but finished by a decrescendo of intermingling vowels.
I’ve always been a music lover. I’ve taught myself the piano for as long as I can remember, and I’ve picked up a lot of other instruments since then. My instruction was in percussion and rhythm, so I rarely had the chance to play the melody. I compensated by going home to my piano and creating melodies of my own. When I look back on some of my earlier attempts at songwriting, The melopoeia I created in my bedroom night after night were rudimentary and lacking focus. But I’ve slowly developed as a musician, in part because of a concerted effort, but also because I’ve grown as a person. And I’ve learned that the melopoeia in life is important, but it is nothing without the chords of family and the harmony of great friends.