A trilling pitch, a chord is struck
as songs are sung about cherished memories
The memories are just another writer's
fantasies
Art of different forms come together,
one room holds a thousand masterpieces
Creations of inspiration are manipulated by the artists
able to be changed, erased and edited
for later use
Words scribbled on a piece of paper
or a brown paper bag
Pictures recording moments of true friendship
Laughter emits from the mixed voices
left to hang in the air
and settle in the walls
What if these walls could talk
would they tell of times such as these
when there was music, laughter and captured moments?
Alas, it is not to be
so the storytelling of times already passed
falls to me
May it be that I have done a job worthy of the memories made.
November 29, 2006
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