A saga of curiosity arrived today.
A lost song that was never known by name, but was part of a mysterious compilation of musings, some known as others disappeared upon the carrier’s death.
The nameless song melted from me too.
But the flesh remembers a feeling, speaks of a desire once known.
You never forget even if it’s a haze around what’s real.
Then the day comes when satellites send down from space a lost sensation.
It’s all communication, as millions of others have known what I’ve known but couldn’t express, the gentle resolve of a melodic duress.
Traces of melodies different but desired.
Memory holds a taste.