How a song died...

 There was a pattern to it.

Brown horses led the way yet they were horses leading somebody else on a top rung.

And then lights flashed away.
Lights flashed for everybody.

I watched the urgent need in most to barely cover the necessary; for attention perhaps, for a fashion statement.

It surprised me husbands could permit such public display.

Songs played away outside of me.

And then,

And then,

A procession of couples sailed by almost in organised number.

And then perhaps what had given me purpose sailed by too.

I watched a presence lose credibility before me.

Well bells didn’t ring.

Perhaps that is why brown horses and lights failed!

And perhaps that is also why a dream that lived inside a strange head died a premature death.

And perhaps that is how a song died within me as if a death for ever.