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Clyde Lamm was once a man,
but then he became a ghost.
This was not his plan—
to lose his body as a host.
His red hair became like air,
transparent and wispy, too.
It gave him quite a scare
you see, to have his skin turn blue
He felt alone when he moaned,
frightened of this spooky place.
A place new to him and unknown,
more foreign than outer space.
Though he could fly after he died,
his lonely heart seemed to sink.
Alone and afraid he began to cry,
but then he began to think.
Things seemed grim, but on a whim
he chose to make the most of it.
He wouldn’t let this fear win,
at least not while he had his wits.
He flew below the undertow,
he searched high in the clouds, too.
Flying among the cawing crows,
he took in the beautiful view.
He met lobsters and land monsters,
birds and fish and spiders, too,
but none that he so preferred
and certainly none he knew.
He felt blind while trying to find
answers to where he belonged,
His search for a friend who might be kind,
was one that was quiet prolonged.
He grew weary ’til something eerie
was heard down along the shore.
In a way, though, it was cheery
in a way that touched him to his core.
At the sea he saw a banshee,
and friendly she seemed to be.
Sweet with the name of Melody,
and turquoise like the sea.
She played the Theremin with a grin,
with ghostly teal and see through limbs–
arms with no bone or skin,
and a voice without a hymn.
With a bright hello Clyde gave a fright,
and she grabbed her Theremin to leave.
But with a smile he made things right,
he knew, for she sighed as if relieved.
She placed her box among the rocks,
and gestured with her hands to say
that with her mouth she could not talk,
but she wanted him to stay.
That’s okay said Clyde that day,
for with many means in which to speak.
The voice is not the only way
to find the understanding that we seek.
Together they flew and then canoed,
and later Melody taught Clyde
to make music with a kazoo.
He tried and tried and tried.
He played it wrong all day long,
but with Melody and with training
he was soon able to play right along,
and he did it without complaining.
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