the note falls upon the room
retrograde violins coalescing into coolness
an ineffable ambiance
the song plays again
a statement, a reminder
from a little machine called a soul
being moved so far by a little song
pouring
from a little machine called a computer
questions beg through two tiny speakers
filling the small room with piano echoes
filling it with sorrow
the song plays again
the song soothes
and yet makes the room profoundly sad
unearthing memories long forgotten
tears almost felt
but they’ll never come
a little machine called a soul
feels its gears grind
and wonders why
the song plays again
yet the speakers play only for the soul
the soul that begged them to play
for the song only reflects the soul’s state of mind
so the soul decides to change
and the song ceases to sooth
and the soul begins to dream
the song doesn’t play again
