It's a peaceful, beautiful, still-cool June morning, sun filtering through the trees and warming up to the idea of warming us as the day grows. I've waited until this moment to play it so I could hear it pure, if you will. Elton John's on now.
My gift is my song and this one's for you...
As with the soundtrack of everyone's life, its lines are what we remember Tom for.
Keep Me in your Heart for a While
Over the Hills and Far Away
Heart of Gold
How Long Will I Love You
Peaceful Easy Feeling
Message in a Bottle (I hope that someone gets my)
Closer to the Sun
Time of Your Life...
Lots more. Two discs full. I started, unintentionally, with disc 2, entitled Follow the Sun.
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
Ironically, there wasn't much sun for our gathering; it rained every single day for a week, and in the few hours when a vague clearing allowed, we could walk on the beach, go for a swim, stretch our limbs a bit, keep umbrellas at the ready.
And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words...
And there was music, lots of music every night.
...how wonderful life is while you're in the world
In my mother's youth, every family event rang with piano, strings, voices...opera, folk, popular, dance. Meanwhile, children ran in and out, cooks cooked, aunts danced, men weighed matters, stories passed on. She and her father would think ours was nothing new, but would surely be pleased that somewhere in the genetic material passed on to us, the impulse to song continues.
There's a reason that our favorite time of day, the one we get up in the morning to meet, the one we take most photographs to keep, is sunrise.
Even if on some days, as my sister's wall reminds her, you have to make your own sun.