by Moria Mitterer

by Moria Mitterer

Every time I play that music
it reminds me of the past
your childish utterance
your giggling insistence.

You awaken my Passion in Love
for so many years I am being numb
liken to a serene, composed woman
until one day surprisingly you come.

How can I ever forsake
the memories you create,
how can I ever escape
the image you project?

Here I am playing that Music,
it’s been in the Music Library
not only just a part but the center
that I can’t afford to delete.

You occupy a chapter of my book
so, there’s a time it is opened by random
and by chance, that music is played
your story pops up from my reverie.