Sudden melancholy settles in

    with no sign of entry point

Was it the moment I put my feet up

    or was it solitude that reminded me

Of how they must of felt

    in that room alone

Their life slipping

    with each breath they took

As they typed their last words

    or thought their last thought

Did the angels in motion take a moment

    to weigh the cries of their heart

As I hear the laughter behind me

    I drown them with an icy grind

I draw further and further within

    remembering faces of childhood memories

How our innocent creativity

    made us feel alive, safe, accepted

Not sure if this prose will

    reconcile these left over feelings

As if this alien script could somehow crescendo

    this 5th Movement in Key of M