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.
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