The solitary note of music,
Wafting through the hillside,
Carries on its waning strain,
A story of untold pain.

What began as a wholesome melody,
Vibrant, and at once lively,
Captivating an enraptured audience,
Through its soul touching harmony,
Petered to a faint tune,
One you might chance upon
Once in a blue moon,
To remind you of what once was,
Soul touching, enthralling music,
Perchance like meeting,
A long forgotten cousin
At a family wedding.

Does every story that begins
On a bedrock of promise,
Stumble along its way and fall
Headlong into the shadows,
And does nobody notice,
The music growing faint, distant?
And the story losing its sheen?
Does nobody dare stand up to say,
Not that ending for that story,
Let it live another day?