'Goodbye Letter' weaves intimacy with gentle humor, carrying messages of love wrapped in honest reflection. Opening with soft piano and humming, building through a bold Spanish trumpet interlude, and returning to tender humming, this piece explores the delicate space between farewell and eternal connection.

The arrangement mirrors the journey of the message itself - starting with personal truth, moving through moments of strength and playful defiance, and ultimately returning to a place of peaceful acceptance. The Spanish trumpet brings dignity to difficult truths, while the returning gentle hums remind us that some bonds transcend ordinary goodbyes.

For those moments when words alone aren't enough, when laughter and tears dance together, when promises of haunting are really promises of lasting love.

Goodbye Letter

**Description below the Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I see so much, yet not enough,
Scraps of light and ragged thoughts.
Trying to remember the list I forgot.
Could have got her flowers… but I did not.

I see a wet and rainy street
I should have walked one day
I could have held her hand in mine
But I turned… and walked the other way.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone

[Verse 2]
The warmth of her sitting across the kitchen table,
Her fingers curled ‘round that chipped coffee cup.
I thought I would be able
To give her more but that time's up.

I wanted to plant her garden this spring
But it’s still just packets on a shelf
I imagined a song I’d sing to her…
It's still a thought inside myself.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone.

[Verse 3]
The trip I planned a hundred times,
And always found ways to miss.
The arms I kept beside my back,
Afraid to reach and give her a kiss..

The brakes I swore I’d get replaced,
The list I left there on the chair.
A sunset I was “too tired” to see,
The time I didn’t want to share.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone.

[Bridge]
What happened to this life?
Did I throw it all away?
Did I waste all the time we had,
Hoping I’d have another day?

[Final Chorus]
Why did I wait to do the things
That I can’t stop thinking when she's gone?
I held them back, I failed to do,
Now my time to love has come and gone
Why, oh, why did I wait… so long…?

[Outro - gently , almost whispered]
And then... I passed... away

Even though it's late, really late,
what I think I've learned is this:

It’s not the arms I didn’t open.
The time I didn't live.
The garden that never blossomed.
The kiss I'd give anything to give.

It’s the love I hardly lived.
That’s the ache that echoes long.
And that’s the reason I cry
When love... came along.
I realize I hardly... ever... tried.

~~~~What does this song mean to you. I need to know... If you feel shy about leaving a comment, please send me a message. I am all alone and need to know how my work , works. Thank you.  --Madelyn

Description:
Why Did I Wait is realization—too late in coming. A man’s final reckoning unfolds in whispers, gravel, and silence. His voice frays at the edges, pushing through phrases he can barely finish. He doesn't sing to impress; he sings because he has to—because the weight of what he didn’t say is heavier than the words he finally does.

The guitar is faint, almost hesitant, leaving space for the rawness to echo. When he reaches the bridge, his voice strains upward—then crashes back down. The music fades. Then, quietly: “And then I passed away.”

A pause.
A death.

Then the truth: what he learned… and what he’ll never forgive himself for.

The final lines ache with clarity. This isn’t performance.
It’s too human for that.

It’s realization—too late in coming.

The song's simplicity in style, structure, timing, musical chords, is a perfect foil for the complexity of the moment, the life wasted, the regret, the words said and not. This song brings up memories that can't help but relate to this man's unlived life. I thank you for listening over and over again. I do so hope that it makes more sense to you than it does to me. Because I don't know where it came from, only that it came. I don't know why. Maybe you do.

Why Did I Wait

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

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Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

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