Melancholy and I

Until the last light, I believe I shall remain, A tune unplayed, in this dreary song. During daylight and throughout the night, A moment does not part from melancholy and I. Should I leave or should I try, I know what follows could not be felt as life. Is there another song, one to play my tune? I'm driven to sing, but this song is home. If I go, I may return. But it would know, and I would know, That for however long or short, I could not remain forever dumb. Forever unknown, forever dead, forever her's.