Last night in the cool of a summer evening…outside under a beautiful crescent moon
Deborah and I sat together under the stars…and listened to Tony Bennett croon…
I confess we didn’t listen to him much growing up.
We never ‘dug’ his rhythm and soul…
He was someone our parents listened to…
he was not rock and roll.
But now that we’re a little older… no longer bound by the constraints of childhood…
We find we can enjoy some things…we never thought we would.
Like listening to Tony underneath a starlit sky…wondering before the night was through
why we never listened to the music…our parents listened to?
Because music is universal…no matter what type or style you claim…
Yes, the melodies may be different…but the feelings are the same…
The music floats up on the air and a part of you loses control
as the music captivates your heart…and permeates your soul…
For music has a way of reminding us who we are…
and who we use to be…
And it somehow has the power…the magic
to both invoke…and make…a memory.
And that’s what happened last night
as we sat under a waning crescent moon
we could feel our parents sitting next to us
as we listened to Tony croon…
And we may have been caught up in the moment…
there’s a chance we could be wrong…
but we’re pretty sure we both heard…
our parents sing along…
As usual…the stars were so enchanting…
but tonight we felt…truly blessed;
for when our eyes drifted up with the music
one star shone brighter than the rest….
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