I sit here and listen,
I listen to the music of life,
And as I look around,
I revel in the momentary simplicity of it all.
Watching as a ray of light falls through this dark room,
Watch as the dust slowly settles,
Each individual particle shinning in its moment of recognition,
Traces of the past,
The surfaces that have been scraped away,
Lost to the wind,
And I sit here,
As the sun shifts,
And I watch as the light fades,
Watch as the past slowly loses itself.