It's like the scent of perfume that causes you to reminisce-

"Lightning Crashes," and the candlelight incandescence.

My eyes zoomed in like a camera lens,

My attention focused in.

I listened as the wind blew through the door,

As it brushed its way passed the leaves

And carried the tune his fingers played amongst the chords.

I lay on the couch of a million feathers,

Trying not to stare over to my right too much,

So I wouldn't disturb the "stranger" with the serenading voice.

His voice is one you can trust,

Igniting the depths of my soul to be freed.

His music- a product of peace and

ecstatic energy when they combust.

Ridding my heart of all other needs.

It's the song from that day-

That reminds me of feeling that certain way.