Sequels... still undefined

I can only hear the pieces falling, they ring in my head like the music that he wrote, the pure sound that I broke. Please tell me it's not all in my head, it's not all a messed up symphony nobody else can hear...
I'm so sorry. I miss the way it was before. If I ever made you feel anywhere near this, I'm sorry. It feels like the only thing there's left to do is let the sadness sink in and give way to resignation, until I can finally let go.