Music : An Echo of Self

memoirs nowhere else to put them

The music splays across brittle halls
Unveiling unknown pieces
Pieces of the past
Pieces of the present
Pieces of the future
The very pieces of my existence strewn all around to show
that perhaps they can only be pieces in the end

The sound that guides me through endless hallways
Endless twists and turns
Only to find myself right where I began
I echo further and further ahead only to shout at my reflection
The reflection of me, who are you?
This reflection shows and tells
How much further will my footsteps take me to only take away from me?