Writer, Musician, Everyday Magic Seeker
The heaviness of the piece
Is more than its weight,
Memories in my hands
Flashing in my mind
In veiled shards of
What history it had witnessed,
The feelings welling up in my heart
And taking form into pictures
As familiar as words
I may have heard in a dream
Until I wonder if these memories
Are actually my own,
Since forgotten
Until now