The distant echo Of forgotten moments from faraway days. Enshrined here, in these few rooms Carefully, lovingly displayed. The glazed pristine cabinets Encase me too as I collect my thoughts, A sense of reunion but unease too, As if a tiny piece of my own soul was on view, Partially naked, Amongst the badges,keyrings old guitar strings, (I had that one but I think mine was blue) Back stage passes for the lucky fucking few, Old concert tickets arranged like precious litter, Date time and place...