Fred Astaire's Words Still Stir Deeply

There once was a time when I was so in love with a woman who probably to this day does not know just how much I was besotted with her, that listening to this song, in its slower version on a 1940's nostalgia cd I once owned, brought haunting feelings to a restless young soul; of love, of yearning, of temptation, of nostalgia. Tonight it came into my head as if by a random act without warning. But perhaps nothing comes to us without some meaning or relevance. I think I was so exhausted, so withered and beaten and void of energy, that old demons bubbled up from the depths of my conciousness.

Just recently my music instructor who taught me to sing this song passed away. I had not seen her in four or five years, she was a beautiful soul and someone whom I admired greatly. When the news arrived I was on a call to Australia whilst on a train between Paris and Turin, I felt a terrible sense of loss, the tears flowing as I tried to bite my tongue so as not to disturb the other passengers. And the song I most remember her by? Night & Day by Cole Porter. Good night.