Eurydice

Explain, Eurydice, why it must be that these
Dilemmas happen when you least expect them to -
My music made the rocks cry out, Eurydice,
As you can see it almost resurrected you -
And “almost” is the tonic of the chord, of course.
Futility is all that’s left of this, this voice -
It called you from the dead, Eurydice, it’s hoarse
And cannot brave the underworld again – rejoice,
Therefore, recall the glance I threw before you left.
It’s for the love of you that I lost you for good,
Eurydice, all hell might find itself bereft
If only we, forgetful, frightened things, all could
Understand – since time is given not too long -
“No turning back” must be, at last, our mortal song.