Amidst the clutter stories folded and tossed

Amidst the clutter, stories folded and tossed,

a radio silent, once vibrant, now lost.

Receipts yellowing, crumbled in stacks,

whispers of purchases, tracing old tracks.

Dust particles shimmer like ghosts of the past,

while oil rags lie quiet, their memories cast.

I plug in the radio, a crackle, a sigh,

it sputters to life, like ghosts wanting high.

Music unfurls, through the chaos it swells,

making sense of the noise, the tales it retells.

Here in this garage, where moments collide,

I sift through the ruins, and let the sound guide.