Tears slide down my face as my last immortal melody dies, my voice quiets.

The vein in my heart that is filled with song bursts.

The anesthesia sedates the memories of wanting to sing

into a blur, and I wonder, why

if my range was limited, my notes so very feeble,

why do I grasp to them,

and feed them beautiful lies?

I just have to learn to uninstall that part of me.