We talked about all the old people, people we used to know and still knew, people who had for some reason or another exit our lives, moving on in the world to bigger, more important things.
we talked about them to make sure they still existed, not only in our minds but in reality – they existed to both of us. even if we have all lost touch and not been connected for awhile, they still existed.
we talked, and we resurrected the ghosts of yesteryear.
you are not dreaming. neither am i. they really exist. our friends, all these musicians. they are out there, masquerading as engineers, architects, businessmen.
but they were musicians when we knew them, and they were musicians at heart.