Fading Through Stillness

Dust on the windowsill,

light through the glass

I remember the way things were before they passed

Fingers slow on the keys,

like I'm holding on

The flute finds the melody I forgot I knew

Carried in the air between then and now

Something warm in the low strings below

Like arms around a memory I can't let go

The strings find the words I could never say

A silver thread pulling through yesterday

The guitar hums the story in a quieter key

And the violins answer,

aching and free Here it breaks — the thing I buried deep

All the years come rising in a wave I cannot keep

This is what grief sounds like when it finally breathes Every note

a door I never meant to leave

And then

— nothing

Just the room and the weight of what was left (ahhhh)

Somewhere a door closes quietly