Something about it...

Fast fourier transforms to 

Do re mi fa sol la ti do. 

The line is blurred,

I don’t know when I crossed it. 

Something about this song

Just tingles all the right neurons. 

The cello, the trumpets.

The familiar chord progression. 

The beat, the rhythm, the groove. 

The intertwining of the voice,

The melody, the language.

The music that coils around itself, 

And the glorious release of the chorus. 

Words I could never forget, 

Even if I wanted to. 

A familiar face,

A forgotten touch,

A memorized perfume. 

Tranquil restlessness, 

Sweet pain, 

Upward fall.

A passion I used to be addicted to. 

Mistakes, desires, foolishness, 

Moments I’m too afraid to live again. 

Summer of 20xx,

When we listened to it on repeat. 

The rain, the metro and the quay. 

A movie without the notion of time,

That changes every time I watch.

A plot I still try to clarify.

Images and sounds confusingly crammed, 

But still make sense only to me. 

Memories I no longer have the key to, 

But I'm glad this song still has a copy.