Memories - Left Hand Solution

In the tragic play

A marionette of the clock

Pages filled with a chronicle in blood

Scents and sights, come back to me

My life in memories, makes me want to go

Try and hold on to what’s left of all

The golden scenes I forever want to know

The curtains are lifted

Reveal a spectacle of rare

'Til the final act I am your tragic one

Soaring in the wind

Sounds — so transcendent

So faint and softly

Carries me above

Scents and sights…