Reflection

An array of emotions

Controlled by my thumb

A miniature time capsule

In my power.

To structure,

Or to shuffle-

The sweet times and the sour.

I turn up the memories-

Really loud!

And they consume my

Mind in colour.

Then when the memory comes to

Halt-

The present seems much

Duller.

When I fill my ears

With what is no more,

A strangely soothing

Violence-

There is a song for

Every moment, every episode

Followed by an eerie

Silence

For sometimes: once is enough.