The Soundtrack of Memories

A melody whispers, soft and low,
Unfurling a tale from long ago.
The first note strikes—a cradle hum,
A mother’s lullaby, where dreams come from.

The chords shift to a child’s delight,
Echoes of laughter on summer nights.
The jingle of bikes, the rustle of trees,
A symphony carried on the breeze.

The tempo quickens, a teenage refrain,
Heartbeats pounding in a lovestruck lane.
The bassline throbs with angst and fire,
A rebel’s tune, raw with desire.

Strings crescendo to a college song,
Late-night jams where we all belonged.
The clink of bottles, the shuffle of feet,
Dancing to rhythms wild and sweet.

A softer ballad, the years take hold,
Wedding vows in harmonies bold.
A first dance sways to a lover’s embrace,
Notes painting joy across time’s face.

The bridge transitions, somber and true,
A song for the goodbyes we never outgrew.
The faint violin of a loved one’s farewell,
A tune of sorrow only time can quell.

Now the playlist loops to the present beat,
Children's laughter, a life complete.
The keys of a piano, gentle and clear,
Mark the cadence of every year.

Each track a fragment of what once was,
Bound by the rhythm of life because
Music, like memories, forever entwines,
A timeless soundtrack in infinite lines.

- Khushi Kaul