Afterglow

When music fades
Its whispering notes linger in the memory
As the sun sets
It tosses its dying rays into the sand and water
When stars fall
Their light streaks the sky for one second longer
Flowers fade away
But the sweet scent still drifts on the breeze
So day must turn to night
So summer turns to autumn
As the lullaby notes of the Lifesong Turn into those of a dirge
And the silver luster of platinum
Dims to dirty grey

Everything has an end
But nothing really wants to leave
Sometimes the afterglow of the memory
Is stronger than the original light