A light pieces the window above me
the light fills this room
A glowing light right next to me
is surprising 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 now.
Melissa Stein 
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