It lies there,where strips of sunlight splinched the shadows.In the gait of snails and their molten glass trails.In settling dust,in trembling cobwebs.In blinking and rotting.In the white glare of hot metal.Is it silence if you can see it?

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg-I will wait for you-performed by Itzhak Perlman

This piece of music can set off the randomest of memories like fire to a string of crackers.A rogue streak of light, a lost piece of broken glass,an oddly shaped head,clueless evenings,a ribbon of cold air fighting past sticky humid air to wrap around your neck,the shock of missing a step,scampering out of a nightmare.I feel like it is not the library I am sitting in, but with my laptop on a table placed right in the middle of an unmindful orchestra.It tingles.It plays here, on my forehead,between the eyebrows,above the slight dip to the nose.