Shards of feelings,
Fragments of what was lived
Will compose any pattern you like —
By the mouths
And the hands
Of masters,
Or of frauds.
From the familiar and the habitual
A masterpiece or a monstrosity.

Anecdote and truth,
A dry cue and a melodious song
Carry what was taken yesterday into tomorrow —
It served before, it will serve after as well.

You think — unseen?
You say, you have not yet heard?
What is found was once lost,
The future is the resurrected past.