A poem

strolling unknowingly into an aura of music, a man, void of rest, begins to glide.
staring in wonder at this scene only ever taking place in his own mind.
listening to a forgotten sound:
slow, satisfying, rhythmic, deep sorrow.
a familiar tune that had played within his soul, never aloud.
he found himself not in the present, nor the past, but simply in a memory.

The voice was dying, lost, but continuing onward with gradually fading hope, and aching passion.
the man found solace in it, and it in him.
 for a moment two became one,
 for a moment there was meaning,
for a moment...sorrow created joy.