Old Music Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Listening to my old music collection
I am transcribed into a thousand pieces of poems
My heart dissected by the lyrical fingers of old
Revealing a heart still yearning for Love
Pouring with exotic reincarnate feelings of pure Love
My heart is frozen in time and embalmed with the best perfumes
Fragrances of the old music
Permeates my mind
Awakening old memories
A river of life
Turbulent at times
With pools of swirling desire
Aroused from the depth of my memories
Life becomes a song
Every second of life a lyrical masterpiece
Composed to distill and refine Love
To paint the most intriguing portrait of Love