Memories asleep in the lines of a song,
Awakened by the chords of melody.
Sickly-sweet distilled nostalgia bottled up,
Sealed with the fading ending notes.
All ready to be unwrapped, unstoppered,
With the first tremulous strain.
I remember nothing at all
But the music never forgets.
[The image I used was a free wallpaper. These lines were inspired by a bout of insomnia and Billy Joel.]