The Songs & The Memories Poem by Bryan Taplits

The chants, they are a temptress, from long ago
I remember well,
They implant in my mind those rhythmic times
of beats that swell and swell.
I sway in tune,
retrieving those times that were my best,
I wear them all like fitted clothes-
With unencumbered tie and florid vest.
These symphonies of choral dreams I repeatedly play inside my head
The songs that sing, the thoughts I dream, all fears and reason fled.
I wonder if the deaf and aged
also hear melodies that float?
Can they see the conductor's wild wand-as if a dawn,
And recall then all the notes?