The Memory in Music

​There lies in rhythm a hippocampus,

which relentlessly recalls the former.

The past and present stand chiasmus;

whispers of that which was. 

Summer warmth and children’s laughter hide within every note.

The movements of the soul’s lost dance, divulge through tearful sighs. 

Steady vibrations caress the heart; piercing through the bone. 

We see through sound and feel through light permeating through brass and string. 

Artists play what stirs the heart and makes the widow sing.

The fading glow of past lives lived out of grasp and reach.

Though, for this one moment time stands still and those that were do breach. 

The joy that flows through music played, sends shivers up the spine.

To touch and kiss, just one last time, that sound which was once mine.