Sound

Walking through the corridor

passing the doors of past memories

Remembering the music that played

   memories baked into them

Some pretty, some beautiful    

Some awful.

The line between them blurry,

at best

Non-existent,

at worst

The heavy cloud of time          

carried by the sound of a song

Able to sometimes fill the room

  left by the lack of emotion

Pushing up the tears,                

the Anger,

the Love

Felt, when being carried by

the sound of Time