the memories do not dance in my head 

until someone hums the first notes of their tune,

then they float through- tip toeing, tip tapping 

in  rhythms and melodies that don’t quite match together 

 

they pirouette and arabesque- 

i try to catch up with them, 

but their dance too quick, too unpredictable for me 

to piece back together before 

the song is lost to the wind again.