Music is Memory

Music is memory

as unsentimental
as you want to be


you need to touch
an instrument,

two chords,
a melody on a string


is sufficient
to make you delirious

through dreams
and disappointments 


feelings haven't aged
beaten clichés you're holding 


for the return of a
golden age

the radio isn't helping
internet's there to ambush

those things you've been holding 

won't be carried with you

everyone addicted to something

she falls asleep to symphonies

her son haunted by a blank wall 

where he hears traces of feelings