The music of the moment, plays in my head,
Over and over it rails and rants,
Cascading like water in the depth of time,
Reasoning is failure in it's fortissimo blur.

Unforgiving passions wane, the music is truth,
A literal expense of the minds eye's, blind;
Hope filled tears lance the pain,
As the notes take hold, playing by ear.

Moments by memory, the notes fall close,
I've oft been told but am so unaware,
The ripples of thought we ache to touch,
The music of the moment, playing in my head.

© Tom Stanley