The music has stopped
And the laughter has died
The faces are stained
With marks from tears eyes have cried

The brown eyes so full
Of questions and cheer
Have frozen to grey
Unfamiliar and unclear

The breeze has dissipated
And the sun has flown away
Plunging my world into a darkness
So thick with dismay

Loneliness wraps the air
Like a thick fog, dull and bleak
Despite the wooden box
Surrounded by a dozen still feet

The voices mumble words to me-
Useless condolences many,
And the black-clad band begins to play
A melancholy symphony

They all stare silent at the man in the box
Who, still and lifeless, lies
But I know he has already gone away,
So I look up into the skies