The Box – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

My Montreal, my city of melancholy dreams,

Where the snow falls gently and the streets gleam,

And in the shadows of a thousand steeples,

The Box, a band of beauty, pastimes ripples.

Their music, a magic that filled the air,

With each note a story, a soul laid bare,

Their melodies a balm to all the pain,

A reflection of the heart’s sweetest refrain.

With each strum of the guitar and beat of the drum,

The Box transcended, our journey begun,

Their lyrics, danced of hope and despair,

A journey into the depths of souls they would share.

The Box, a Montreal treasure so rare,

Their music echoes still through the city’s air,

And in the hearts of those who knew their sound,

A beauty forevermore shall be found.

For in the darkness of a winter’s night,

Their music still shines like a beacon of light,

Guiding us through life’s twists and turns,

A reminder of the love that forever burns.