On Music and Nostalgia

Wrap me up in quarter notes,
Breathing on a rest,
Repeat the chorus two or three,
make every verse your best.
Memories coax my empty mind,
Before swimming into view.
Melodies dancing with my past,
Old faces becoming new.
I close my eyes and fall away,
The music, my time machine.
Taking me back to yesterday,
To play among my dreams.

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