Moments and experiences and people come into your life, and they live there with a song. Sometimes they sing for you, sometimes they sing with you, sometimes you sing for them. But when it all fades away, and they are gone, all that remains are the notes of those songs.
They linger in the air and play a delicate haunting melody in your memory. Sometimes you can't hardly even remember the song they go to, but the notes blow in the wind, tickling your senses, making you smile.
Maybe you forget the real song. Maybe you forget the tension when the notes didn't harmonize quite right. When the trumpeter came in on the wrong beat, and the drummer fell asleep. Maybe all you can remember is the moments of the song that were right, the moments that had beauty.
Maybe that's okay.
Maybe it's okay to remember things for the good they were, and toss the bad into the wind to be carried across the waves of the ocean and buried at sea.
For "the song is ended, but the melody lingers on."