Faint hums,
Of notes once cherished.
Distant murmers,
Of young faces I used to know.

Soft, red lips
Grazing my forehead.
Lyrics melting.
Into my delicate skin.

A beautiful song,
Tugging the strings of my heart.
And playing my every breath,
Like an instrument.

It breaks through
The haze of age,
And the years of new memories
That have formed in my mind.

Reminding me of the tune
That put me to sleep every night.
Sung by that gentle voice,
That I hold dear to my heart.