Nostalgia

I want to know,
why we stop loving the music
we love so much today,
tomorrow.
And why years to come,
we look back,
and we can't find ground
common enough
that we can all stand,
safe and sound,
just for a few seconds.

We had our voices,
our words,
but they change.
And with us,
no one notices this change.

Some of us...
we go blind, deaf.
Some of us lose sight of who we were,
and some of us get worse.

But those first notes
from the first song
we ever loved play,
and it's home again.

We're home again,
for one second.
Common ground,
big enough
for the world to see a sight
that they thought was gone.

Common ground big enough
that one single beam of light
shines on the person we used to be.

Like smelling the air
of a place you've long since been.
It's those first few notes
who bring us back home.

How could we forget?