Music

Once heard never forget
ticks of the clock slides off on notes in air
music is the hidden key to imperishable spaces
we think our walls are solid don't we
can't escape the haunting sweetness
Pachelbel's Canon
who say magic is theatrical
ghosts only imaginations
we doomed hunted houses
trilled by black magic of art
beauty of mind's eye in annex
pulled and lured by invisible lover
faithless spineless traitors
we drift on and off liaisons
left one to another
chasing melodies
adopted we are
by masters of who and where
all ears