Walking down the street,
Colours of the day seem familiar,
They were the same when we were together,
That very fragrance surfing upon the breeze.
And to top it all,
When it begins playing now, you say to yourself,
"Nah it couldn't be....or could it....oh....yes, that's the one!"
The notes are back,
And like dancing artists,
They sketch the face of someone to who the song belongs, forever.
Flashes of times long gone,
And then a smile,
Happy that it happened,
Sad that it's over.
But the song remains, painting,
Filling in the colours of that melodious moment into the present.
The mind remembers the music,
And how it brought close people,
Who may not be close anymore.
It could be anyone,
A billion songs for a billion people,
Everyone has a song they'll be remembered by,
You may fade from memory when you're gone,
But the song will bring you back,
It is the only thing you leave behind in this world.