A forgotten tune
Nestled between the medians, shaded in gray
He lies in the coffin, as the words still boiled
Burning his mouth, Lips still wound shut
Never releasing a breath, with a face still stale
From the lifeless air, he’s met just years before
And as I stood there, I saw his lips gapping open
Releasing from its clutches, the final expression of emotion
Like the waves from the ocean, it just crashed and retreated
But the birds, they still sang, never disturbed
By the final yet silent moan, no, they continued to sing
The most beautiful morbid tune, harmonic to my ears
I finally turned and walked away, with the tune still in my ear