Processing Rondeau

The Music swells and cues our tears
We’d rather not take leave of years
And though we will never forget
We can’t slow down to relish it
And so, the longing pain appears

Moments so sweet, memories so dear
Held in the rush each new frontier
Things will go on, different and yet
The Music swells

There goes my heart, with it my prayers
What once was ours is now all theirs
Try not to worry, not to fret
In God’s hands is the surest bet
Look not back but as futures clear
The Music swells