The music drifts of its own accord
Through my soul.
A sound remembered
In feeling.
Images bring it back, and
Emotions hold it in place.
In the softness of remembering, his arms still
Encompass my heart,
His words still hold my soul and
I am swept away once again.
A cascade of feeling,
Triggered by a picture of sound.
Beautiful poem and thoughts – and so true.
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