Etched in Memory – creative writing piece

I closed my eyes; I knew the crypt was below. A light shone vividly, dispersing the black shadows in my mind as a song played somewhere.

Note upon note, I knew it but could not put my finger on it.

It played until it got stuck in my head then it slowly began to fade around me, a vanishing song of memories I thought were too old to exist.

Just wrote this short piece in the first session of a new writing course. It should have been shorter but oh well.
As always comments are highly appreciated and encouraged.