The End Of An Era

A song will play in your mind,
not the whole song but just
a few notes and maybe a word.
not very loud,
just enough to make you wonder
how the rest of it went.
There was a time when you knew
every note, every line, every nuanced harmony sharp and flat-
"oh here comes the bass line. but do you hear the sweetness of the flute floating just above the tension in the violin- oh and wait for it, wait for it-..."
     ...wait, what?
Today you woke up
 from an aching dream
 of
 "what was that song,
I wish I could hear it again."