A Melancholy Note

Such a melancholy note plays in my head I could swear I’d awakened the dead. Bass fiddles and cellos and skies made of lead And a melancholy note plays in my head. What strange muted colors dance up ahead Am I dreaming? Do I sleep in my bed While a melancholy note plays in my head? Don’t go yet!, Don’t leave! Then I pled, You promised you’d come back to my bed As a melancholly note plays in my head. You’ve gone now, Is that what I’ve read? No wonder I’m chilled, filled with dread. A melancholy note forever plays in my head.