Relative Something

have you ever noticed
the energy swinging
around the space
that exists in the air
surrounding our heads
that enables the sound
of one particular song
to throw us back in time
to a room and its furniture
the window and those curtains
that have absolutely nothing
to do with the song
or the reason for remembering
how it sounded and where
we were when we heard it
that very time in which it clicked
and settled into some niche
within the catacombs of our mind
where we are whether we want to be or not
and no one else will see or hear
the totality of what is in there
regardless the methods tried
to share in story or song
or full-length feature moving picture show
the impressionist paintings
of dazzling detail we craft
in microscopic telepathic transcendental
neuropathic milliseconds for our
enrichment but also our personal hell
regardless the logic defying
reality of possibilities that our initial
perceptions were perhaps skewed
by the void we sensed
where pure sweet innocent love
was supposed to be shining
on its pillar of ultimate truth
but somehow
was not