I’ve collected music forever. CD’s line the walls,
stacked to the ceiling, rock, pop, soul, rhythm and blues,
a scrapbook of my past, a personal journal of memories.
Songs like “Stairway to Heaven”, a Zeppelin classic,
remind of Monica, my first love,
sweetheart, best friend—we were just teenagers
“I can’t Get Know Satisfaction”, a Stone’s anthem,
still jolts, energizes, inspires me,
to sing,dance like a teenager
Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon”,
a psychedelic song,
flashback to mum’s basement.
My buddies and I smoking a joint,
minds buzzed, a million miles away
Neil Young’s “Like a Hurricane”
stirs memories of another life
With the ex-wife, so many hardships,
difficulties, so long ago,
We mixed like oil and water.
Most of the time, my music collection
remains stored away, forgotten, collecting dust,
like old paperbacks, lining a bookshelf.
On special occasions,I dust off a few songs,
play them on the stereo.
If I’m in the mood, feeling energized,
I’ll dance in the dark, mind wondering,
recalling the past.
I often wonder where Monica is,
what she’s doing now.