Listening To Old Cds

I found a CD I had lost years ago, under some old magazines and a layer of dust. I smiled and popped it into my player, and soon found myself crying. I had on the day I lost it, lost something else precious to me, and hearing the disc was like going through it all over again, hearing each note was liking seeing it happen, every harmony bringing it back. Listening even harder, trying to ignore the rest, I heard a new note I hadn't noticed before. Maybe it was something new, maybe something new it on its way.