A spark ignites where silence lingers.
A whisper grows into the flame.
Each step we take carves out a promise.
The trail we walk will earn its name.
Shadows stretch across the morning.
Stars still shine beyond the haze.
Echoes rise from distant dreaming.
The path ahead deserves our praise.
Thunder rolls but doesn’t shake us.
Rain may fall but won’t erase.
The song returns in quiet moments.
The melody restores our place.
In our hearts a thread is woven.
Guiding through the highs and lows.
Side by side we rise in rhythm.
Every note becomes what grows.
Hand in hand through stormy weather.
Every climb reveals the view.
In our hearts the sound is sacred.
This melody belongs to me and you.
Every fall becomes a chorus.
Every scar a line we sing.
Harmony is born from struggle.
Hope is carried on the wing.
Light bends gently through the branches.
Faith walks boldly through the dust.
Truth is found in quiet choices.
Love is built on sacred trust.
Sing it loud, the song of rising.
No silence breaks what we believe.
The rhythm holds through every trial.
The melody will never leave.
Every voice becomes a beacon.
Every soul a sacred flame.
This music lives beyond the moment.
This melody will know our name.
We climb higher, higher together.
Hand in hand through storm and grace.
Side by side we rise in glory.
Every step becomes our place.
In our hearts the sound is shining.
Guided by the love we show.
This melody is ever-binding.
This melody we always know.

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. Thanks to all the wonderful talent that made these recordings possible including the Del Studio Players, Tina, Tommy, Hot Cookie, The Indivisibles, AKB, and TBOJAR   For More tracks like this enjoy The Jubilee Line Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/the-jubilee-line?si=0e644986d56741c2b6eb7dc09f516a71&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Melody Binding Written By Edwin H. Balder

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Melody Binding Written By Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder