Magical like always

Playing the rhythm again
It's magical like always
It always touches my soul
Relaxing instrumental music
This one is just violin
Along with waves
Crashing some shore
They touch some chord inside
A corner of which
Am not sure.
To write
I have to compromise
For the music stops then
And yet it has it's aftereffects
It leaves it's traces hence.
Like an affair right after
You split
For a little time
You are still used to
Those tiny acts so inhabited
As part of your
Just lost life.
Sometimes the time stretches
So long to an obsession.
But every memory fades down
If not life then death takes hand.
And here dies the memory
I try so hard to remember it
The sand just lost from my fist
Trolling from the sandy shore.
I look at the scarred colors
A design now smeared
And then I wipe
The scattered footsteps
Of a presence
No more with me.
There I sit again
Once again redoing
The picture I once began
Only this time
The colors are new
Upon same stencil
Fresh to comprehend.
The picture is
Even better.