Some Little Thoughts

It is over.
The audience has left their seats;
They have gone.
The musicians have packed their instruments;
They have gone.
The lights have been turned off.
 I am alone;
It is time to join the throng that has gone. 

It has stopped.
But it lingers in my mind;
I hear the wistful notes, still.
I did not want it to stop,
But nothing is forever –
Except eternal sleep.
Why did it have to cease?
Why did the curtain descend, signaling the end? 

The ladies have gone.
Their perfume remains impregnated
In cushioned seats.
Wives and daughters:
All are gone.
I know not where. Should I care?
Did they, all, enjoy their mental orgasms?
I remain here, though, still recounting the show. 

The dream is over:
Now, it is but a thin fabric of my mind.
As the sun sets, so daylight is obscured:
Night, a different world from day.
Distorted thoughts of what was.
I want to yell:
‘Return! Let me hear that music, once again!’
Too late! Time to sever that image, forever. 

Time to leave.
From where I came, I return.
Fond and sad memories of yore,
Like flesh, they, too, must fade.
Man’s memory: So quickly he forgets.
At birth, there was nothingness;
And so, I await my noble fate:
I shall become, as the eclipsing sun.
 

Darkness descends to us, all.