I stand at the center of the room that was once a melody to my listening ears but that is now only a fading memory.

Each layer of paint brushed so carelessly on the bare walls sang a different tune... the many emotions of the times spent inside of them. Dim lights, clear as violins, had flickering runs that held my wildest dreams. The sunshine beaming in through the dust ridden blinds played the strings of my free and eager soul. Together the few became a powerful symphony to my ears...

The soundtrack of my childhood.