Yearning to Write

 
Here
Sitting on the floor
Legs criss-cross
For a second it all feels like a memory
A perfect weaving of kinetic harmony
Remembering a time never lived and only longed

The notes and chords resonate like words
From the soul
An extension of the self through fingers
Like aural brush strokes on ivory
Each one painting vivid tones
Vibrating
Awakening the senses

I’ve been here before
In love
Yearning to write and muse
The moods
The timbres and the hues
Each one calling me back
To an era before my time
Expressing the melancholy
That strays away