Sound Memory

Unlike Nabokov
Memories to me
Do not speak
Their sounds rather
Appear as words
Conceptual imagery
Land tides
Beach grains
My minds' eye
See more
Than my minds' ear
In spite of the moment's love
For music
But the tune that doth play
Ne'er can I say
When a note hits
And where the piano flits
As hummingbirds fly
I see their little noses dive
While the whir of their wings
Does not even silently sing