Showstopper

There is music in my soul
I feel it in every pour.
The breathings of my heart
bring me to the start
of when we met
and then to when I wept.
The music goes on and on
and on with no end upon
which to stop.
Closed up shop,
my eyes listen to your stories
but my insides focus on the flurries
of sound
for I and it are bound
to nothing.
You are a fling
for which I can no longer
be urged to ponder.