When words fail, music speaks.- Anonymous
She would sit on the floor, put the plastic disc on the player, and slam the cover. As the singer crooned on, she seemed to lapse into a complete vacuum as she picked out the song's nuances.
Oh I know it's not much but it's the best I can do.
With great depth and attention to her focus and her eyes dancing, she looked like a music fan who could listen to this song over and over.
She was only two and rocking
Elton John.
I must confess that I had found this on-demand listening a total delight. It was music at its best, whenever you wanted it.
Like her, I had become totally lost in the scratchy recording of the song's sentiment.
You can tell everybody this is your song.
My eyes drifted half-open, lazily. Holding a smile, I savored the uplifting message.
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
It was simple, and yet it shone with a clarity so sharp and poignant that I knew it would remain lodged in my heart.
My gift is my song.
And this one's for you.
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