The sadness is in the soft sound of the music that used to cradle you to sleep. Each note and verse full with memories turns into regret. Each syllable a pinch of pain. Each instrument marks a notch in your brain until only what ifs and maybe I should haves remain. the song becomes my sorrow. My sorrow becomes poetry and all that pain cycles back to me. I smile with tears laughing at my fear until all of my yesterdays disappears.