Life writes a tireless soundtrack–a
cosmic medic–
For the fateful and the forgotten
accident.
Music resuscitates memories without
regard for meaning,
Blows all of last fall's fadings into a
zombie spring.
Music guides tours of the
long-abandoned joys,
Long-lost remote locations–the years
I was a boy.
Music paves the road for the
soul-sounding return
Of regrets locked up in furnaces, where
for years they safely burned.
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