Prophecy Foretold

In time or out of time
Why do those sorrowful, hopeful, melodious notes
Seem to play on every chord of my soul?
A song comes on, and then the strings begin
I know not what it is about them, is it prophecy?
Is it a lost, by-gone dream? A shadow of a previous life?
Is it an orchestra that lives within my heart or just an illusion
He seems to live in those notes, you know the ones-
Those ones that make you catch your breath, but you don't know why;
Every note seems to line up for only a moment or two, then
just as quickly gone- like a breeze that touched your face, then disappeared
All at once you are sad, hopeful, longing- for something else, somewhere else
Another time, one long since past . . . yet here within your heart, longing
Is it nostalgia, or maybe something more? Perhaps I'll never know
Just play the song again, any song- as long as I can feel the notes again
Maybe one day it will make sense, the notes were guiding me elsewhere
Into the clean, new, brightness of his sun- sunset and sunrise together
Youth that never ends, notes that finally reached my very soul
It was, all the while, a prophecy foretold