come what come may

silence that falls down like rain,
drenched in soaking pain,
melodies that soar the skies disappear,
a faceless crowd gathers to applaude the emptiness they hear,
sung to a key of decending notes,
forms a song to be sung in perfect rote,
lay with me whatever tears may come to stay,
beside my bed,
come what come may,
i do not know,
for distance speaks a different tone,
what has been written will not now be undone.