Canon
Canon
Your touch still lingers
Within this empty soul
This restless melody
Remembers your
Every single stroke
On the keyboard
I can still smell
The dust in this
Forgotten room
Your dust
That which flickers
Upon your now unkindly
Face provokes such
Undying Pain
I reach out
With love and
Reluctance
Only to hear your silence
And the beautiful notes of Pachelbel's Canon