Notes from Beyond

and what should I call
the sad song of my heart
when it softly plays
for me, \"memory\"
nostalgia marking the time
and melancholy disposition
singing the counter melody
missing the notes
I only knew how to play
yesterday, but have forgotten
things I did not want
to let slip unnoticed
feeling the pull of the past
pushing me to make the most
of this moment
so that this song
won't become the next
crying ballad of tomorrow
and I see the notes
giving way to the years
and the song fading
one life; one stanza at time
wishing that life everlasting
did not have to be
the prize of death
before we open it
and the music is growing
more and more faint
and in the distance
I hear the weeping
of my youth
and the whispers
of those who sang
before me