A poem for a good friend of mine.

        Whispers of Thought

The slightest whisper of a melodic memory whispers accosts the vast caverns of my mind. The slightest touch of a single note causing vibrations of thought and counter thoughts until there is a crystal clear image of sight and sound and touch and taste. All condensing into a single pinpoint thought of one. A single entity in a countless cacophony of minds. One shining note in an other wise unimpressive symphony. We shall at last place a name to this star of wonder in a sky of fading light. Megan... A name to be remembered, An entity to be thought of, and a note to be cherished as only family can.