"Now, What Was That.."

The music all around me draws me in.

I cannot turn to leave; my feet are stuck.

A spell of notes sung from the violin

engulfs my thoughts as if they’re caught in muck.

I know I’ve heard that tune sometime before.

I’m sure of it.  I hum the melody.

Adele, Sam Smith, The Beatles, maybe Lorde?

It’s not, but who, what song, what’s wrong with me?

As I progress throughout the next few hours,

I try to catch and place the fleeting tune

that toys with my subconscious in its power.

My thoughts play sleuth throughout the afternoon.

That night, I start to fall asleep in bed.

The name and singer pops into my head.