Lost in the Strings

The sun dips low behind the hill A shadow falls The air turns still Your laugh It lingers in my ear I trace the lines of where you stood Fingers carving ghosts in wood Lost in the strings I play the tune A love that ended far too soon The notes are hollow The words won't stay The ukulele cries But you walked away A broken chair Your book half-read A photograph by the empty bed The quiet screams what can't be said Lost in the strings I play the tune A love that ended far too soon The notes are hollow The words won't stay The ukulele cries But you walked away The strum of sorrow The hum of pain I call your name It falls like rain Each chord I strike It frays the thread The melody lives But love is dead