He sat behind me
At dinner
Unobtrusively
So quietly I didn't
Couldn't
Notice
He was there
Until
The music started
A melody
I hadn't heard
In months,
Days,
Years
My favorite
So I turned away from
The conversation
And listened
Intently
To the Broadway magic
That brought me
Back
To times gone by
I missed
This
The music of my childhood
It is a type of magic
Like any song
I suppose, but
Special
At least to me
That violinist
Behind me at dinner
Continued to play my
Memories
For me
And returned me to
Happiness
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
He sat behind me
At dinner
Unobtrusively
So quietly I didn't
Couldn't
Notice
He was there
Until
The music started
A melody
I hadn't heard
In months,
Days,
Years
My favorite
So I turned away from
The conversation
And listened
Intently
To the Broadway magic
That brought me
Back
To times gone by
I missed
This
The music of my childhood
It is a type of magic
Like any song
I suppose, but
Special
At least to me
That violinist
Behind me at dinner
Continued to play my
Memories
For me
And returned me to
Happiness
