A Note Abandoned By The Muse

a note abandoned by the muse

i stand in a vicious circle hoping to find the missing chord

echoes of moments that couldn't last,

each melody brings a whisper, a trace,

i serenade of you and i, wrapped and glassed

I glimpse at the key, but I can't seem to match the scale

and all I can hear is the bloop

of memories sinking like stones in a loop

like a dead corps drenched in the bottom of a black ocean,

the sound of unspoken words, gossips, has became the loudest sustained noise to my ears

unlocking all the memories beneath, reflecting back and forth

would the ending remain folk ballad, would it be a narrative driven pacey stanzas ?