A Speculation On the Life Hereafter

The reversal of elements,
One by one,
Each to a form unknown,
The line of heritage
Traced back in time,
Forms lost, features merged
To a cluster of nothingness
Where matter loses
Forms and shapes
A graveyard of ghostly forms!
A vague curiosity marks the vision
Of all these disrupted
And dispersed elements
Does the soul live on?
Thoughts, emotions and everything
Substantial yet virtual,
What of their destination?
A wild speculation,
Perhaps the moments lived
Linger on forever
As an unperceived frequency
In a mute, crazy world
The notion is spine chilling
To consider all the
Frequencies across time
Static all around
Where ghostly forms relive
Eternal immortal moments
The silence within fabricates
Songs of a distant past
Unknown and unheard of
But sweet to the very core!