Music and Memory, Part One

Here is a poem I wrote two or three ago:

Music and Memory, Part One

The speakers crackle with bursts of
melody and instrumental hiccups
dangle in the air and smack against the walls
before erupting into splashes of insinuated melancholy
that seep through my ears and trickle through my body
itching my internal organs and bones
until I am completely filled with this one song

And I remember this song like
I remember my mother's face
back then, her face was still absorbing
the shocked laughter of life
like each moment was her own creation.

I have seen her face so many times since,
curved and curled with anger, pride, happiness, disappointment
seen it slowly marked with lines
watched the reflection in her eyes
mimic images in a way they never used to.
Every faces she's ever had is always with me.

When this song is within me
cradling me with soothing arches of sound
flowing in and out of my ears
the memories that rest at the edge of my mind
are provoked into spastic flickers
that stab through the blue sheet lacing my mind
until I am no longer here, in this room
I am back to the first time I heard this song

on the roof with you
watching our breaths escape from our mouths
and inflate into loose shapes
before dispersing into to the belly of the winter night

Through the window opening to the roof
we listen to the song twist though the air
as we talk about everything we have ever known.