another song

each day is not
without song, whether
bird like, or
cathedral worthy,
or a dirge, or
a melody that rests
between your other
memories of pop, and
rock and all of that
noise you danced to
when you were young.
it's strange now,
these tunes that roll
within, both fading,
and staying put, like
bookmarks in your
life. touch stones
of loves once new,
now old, now blue, and
yet you'll find another
song, another voice,
another heart that will
sing as loudly and as
clearly as the first
one that you knew.