When Soft Voices Die

MUSIC, WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE

MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

by: Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822)

I was thinking of my nana today, and looking up music quotes. I turned up with "Music, when soft voices die, Vibrate in the memory" and it gave me a chill and brought a tear to my eye. It brought me right back to the night my nana passed away from cancer and the pain and yet since of relief that was there. The room was peaceful, and the beautiful CD she loved was playing in the background. My Grandad was stroking her face so gently and the love that lasts a lifetime was in his eyes as they glistened from his tears. Tons of my family surrounded her bed, and as she was passing on to her maker we all held hands and prayed the Our Father together. Being the musical family we are we moved on to singing Amazing Grace. I get a feeling in my soul now just thinking about that beauty of that moment. I have never felt such a since of peace and sorrow all at the same time. I believe everyday that she is my guardian angel and she watches me grow. I hope that I have made her proud and that she knows just how much her presence in my life has affected me throughout my days and will continue to as I move on and become a mother and then someday a nana as well.