A melody that resembles a rocking horse, a carousel, merry-go- round may be more like it.
I take a sip of my coffee and stand by the window, the melody is all I hear now, the sun is setting, or it might be just rising because I had a coffee cup near me. Everything is slowly turning to gold in this golden hour. The window is facing nothing, there is no landscape nor buildings. Only a field of memories that Is appearing with each passing music note.
Memories taking me by the hand to all what was there, to everything that almost never exist, my lips are smiling, tears about to fall. Seeing my self and feeling myself is the greatest pleasure of all. Being here and there is almost magic, and I don’t know how I could ask for more, this is my muse, this is the only reality there is, losing my mind in magic is the only reality.
I never want this music to end, and this field of memories to fade, but it eventually will. The words being written will forever remind of this. Of those feelings, and hopefully one day when I look back I will be able to disconnect again and go back to this field. With all those sunrays that never burns, the soundless setting of living in a music piece.
