Domino

The woman dances. Music
pouring out. Silence, then melody.
Not playing because we opened the lid
but because our hearts recalled those precious notes.

Winding harmony from an aged cube.
Whisper of my mother. Whisper
of my past. My daughter’s smile, her white pearls
luminous, the sunshine of the song.

Echoes etched in a timeless moment.
The laughter fills our worlds, the sound
familiar, the sound of my
mother and me. With one

touch, it begins again. We wind the key
around, around. The music
plays, like a bridge between
then and now. Her fourth birthday. The room filled

with love; our futures seem infinite.
we love, we listen. Silence,
then melody. Our eyes fixed on the candles.
They are blown out, but the music keep playing.