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I chose to sit alone, using the sun as a convenient excuse,

Because, of course, that wasn’t the truth and everyone knew it.

However what they couldn’t know was the real reason

Despite my valid reputation for reclusiveness, today was different

The young clear voices raised in song evoked a memory of others always tightly tucked in my inner heart

Today’s music resurrected the identical melody of another sunny day when two of my once intact quartet of family raised their strong voIces in song,

They were joined by a third young man, a friend, who was blessed with the voice of an angel

For a brief moment in the warm sunlight of youth, the trio shared their unique gift with others, before their roads divided and friendships ruptured.

After their songs were over and their music ended, I realized the trio of voices had never been recorded except in the closets of yesterday. Today I listen as other voices chant the prophetic lyrics of “Five Hundred Miles.”

For a brief moment my heart opens slightly and tries to heal while the same lyrics but other young voices in another place fill the air. The memory of of yesterdays music resurrects the unbreakable cord of love ever intact as I move back gently into time gone by.

And I recall the words

‘“If you missed the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone“

Because I know them well.