Notes on the past

Music comes from afar
notes floating
hesitantly - yearningly
all I can do is
embrace the moment
so fleetingly always
not knowing the song.
The mathematical
equations of tunes
drip candyfloss
on my memory pad.
Alas, the slate has-been
a long time clear
longs for getting
out into the world
again - instead of
digging into
remembrance of yore.
Lyrics of love
is connivingly
convincing.
The music of now
is fleeting in front of me
brought to a stop
by defining death.
Only I can still hear
your tender theme song
and my now is still
in my past and yours.