In my mind I hear a song
it echoes down the hall
of times long forgotten 
and long forgotten halls.

It reminds me of a house
sitting vacant for so long
once full of life
now as silent as a tomb.

In the air an acidic smell
like old vinegar
as I smell the aroma
I crouch back in shock.

Images flash
through my mind
of people an places
is it real or a dream?

I try to touch them
and the images fade
like reflections in a pond
captured for only a moment.

I feel like I am chasing shadows
across the memories of my mind
without substance, without form
yet standing firm within my mind's eye.
The dance close and flit away
in some strange ballet
forever haunting my mind
and driving me insane.

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