Was

And in a flash, it all disappears. The fountains which once splashed with joy at every wordly instance, has now faded into but a pale memory.

What it meant before no longer means, such a strain, to hear the music play.

Striving to reach into the depth to reel to surface the intensity that was there before, but no longer is. It's such a shame that it was here but has now gone.

How do we get it back? We can't. It will never look the same, it will never be the same. Such a shame.