I went to where my past was
near the bayous and rivers,
could hear  the music playing
and the voices singing
melody  of memory.

Something familiar,
scenes from  a front porch somewhere
where friends dance  and forget
whatever came their way,
melody of memory.

This dream may come to an end.
The music plays in my head.
There is something good soon.
Can feel it in the wind,
melody of memory.