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