Power of Song

Here I am.
A narrator in your story.
I watch and I smile;
You live and I sing.

The story of your life
To me is a song.
The beauty of the melody;
Simple, and strong.

The only problem
In your beautiful song
Is that it, my dear
Is quite frankly, not long.

I’ve sang all your smiles;
New friends, homework, boys,
The ironies, the growing.
Weed and alcohol; new toys.

The night you got into
That sad little car,
Was the night my song
Slowed down way too far.

Once simple and light,
Now slow and dense.
The mourning of the funeral:
My song almost to an end.

So I sang one last note,
For you, my friend,
You always were my favorite,
My slowly dying trend.