A light pierces the window above me,
the shadows fill this room.
A glowing light right next to me,
is surprisingly brighter than the moon.
And yet I lay here silent,
encased by sounds all around.
Reflected in my memories,
imprinted in me now.
And if you should be listening,
to the poem I’m writing now.
Just keep it in your memory,
never let it lose sight of sound.
For one day you might recall it,
And smile back at me now.
Of a time and place,
we both happen to be right now.

M.STEIN