For when the songbird

For when the songbird stops to take a breath
A moment of drowsed silence
The music lingering for a minute
Like a dead rose withered and dried
Like the memories of your touch
Left long after you're gone
Like the words I hear whispered
In my head even when you aren't around
And when the songbird resumes
The stillness dissolved
Like the memory of your blurred face
And the colour of eyes forgotten