Memories Have Sounds

Memories and feelings, to her are sounds,

Oh ! Sight is not within her bounds.

It matters not, whether it's night or day,

everything is black before her sightless eyes, anyway.

She remembers the day when her parents parted ways,

The sound of the sea, the splash on the rocks stays.

Her parents forgot about their only child in their fight, and left her to the tides,

Until her father came for her in the middle of the night; the loneliness still resides.

The sound of the desire is the sound of a piano,

Her music teacher had brushed his palm on her bosom while playing ballerino.

That was the first time she had turned from a girl to a woman,

Whenever desire swells, the keys of a piano play like an omen.

Love makes a tingling sound, forks and knives in the air,

And then they drop to the floor, he says, thanks God, you are well and fair.

That was how she met him dashing against him in a gathering,

Knocking over a few cutlery items and his heart, while she kept rambling.

Loss is the sound of the train on the way to its destination,

That was when her father died, a train had passed by in the neighbouring station.

Love, pain, loss, desire all feelings sound very different,

And that is how she makes her colourless world more coherent.