A single note played transports your mind and soul into the past. You are an observer, watching the memory acted out the way it was the first time. Your foot trembles in a subtle manner, remembering the way your mother taught you. The thought dances midair, just like the music that flows so smoothly through the curls of your hair and into your ears. What was the name of that song? You know, the one dad used to sing to mom when she was pregnant. Or was it the one she used to like before he cheated on her?
Beats of the drum, are strings that unite the past to the present, tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic pattern that reminds you of the good days. The name of the song waltz on the tip of your tongue, but recedes back into your heart when you remember it. Was it the song your parents danced at their wedding? No, no, it was the one playing on the radio after dad told you you had a sister you had never heard of.
The words are the last part the mind registers. Mumbles upon whispers that don't make any sense. The forgotten lyrics are the names of familiar strangers you find at the store, years after last seeing them. The words come back slowly, but at least they come back. You remember the name of the song you had last heard so long ago. The song that caught the tears that fell from your cheek on the day you found out. The song that muffled the sound of screaming and yelling coming from the living room. The song that helped you forget about what has happened. However, today, it bitterly reminds you. Of course! How could you ever forget!? It finally hits you. It was the song that mom used to sing to you when you were a child. It was the song that calmed you, after a nightmare had woken you up. It was the song of your childhood, but all songs come to an end. The swan sings the last note, they said. I guess you never heard it.
