Earworm Poem by Vishorag Shadja

From the place almost far away,
I hear that music when trees sway.
From the heart the notes come out,
I am sure of it without a doubt.

I hear my friend smile and say,
What took his breath away…
Like the ripples on still water,
It was his fiancé's laughter!

Nodding my head I think hard,
While my heart & mind sparred.
I couldn't get the tune out,
Or the happiness it brought about.

I am sure it was my mind,
Memories that I had left behind,
But still,
I hear that music when trees sway,
From that place almost far away.