Monday, 23 May 2016


There's a song that I sometimes closed my ears to,
that's now a melody that drifts around my head.
Moving between major and minor keys,
as I know you did too.

Louder some days than others,
but always there.

Though a sound remembered can never be the same as a sound heard
and I can't read or write music.

You should be in the air so loud that the windows break.