Sometimes

Sometimes,

The sound of a song

Catches me unaware,

Leaving me vulnerable;

Without my suit of armour,

Certain emotions recall

Vibrant memories;

Then painted on a canvas,

Bringing the past

To the present again;

How powerful

The language of music

To bridge time;

All is screened once more,

In continuous loops,

Retrieved from space deep within

Where time stands still

And greets space,

Once again for you and me;

Until the song then stops

And my suit of armor returns,

Only to be removed,

If the song

Is played again,

And screened once more.