Music, Time, Memory


Music pierces Memory,
Time scatters Music,
Memory stops Time.
Music, Time, Memory.
 
Time hews Memory,
Memory is a Music Box,
Music is Time before it dissolves itself.
Memory, Time, Music.
 
Time flees as it becomes,
Music whispers as it flows,
Memory falls silent when motionless.
Time, Music, memory.
 
We are others and we are no one:
With their attributes all intact
Go away and abandon us
Memory, Time, Music.

Ansbach, Germany, June 4, 2001.


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