He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass doors that held his old record player.
So much of his face had changed, but his eyes were the same.
His favorite song was playing.
It had been their song.
There was something about the way the music played through those old speakers.
The way the static, hiss added to the mood.
Making the song sound even older than it already was.
Giving it breath.
A hollowed sound, deepening the space it took up.
Changing the way the old man stood.
Lightening his weary frame as he remembered back when…
Transported, with eyes closed.
His heart did the dance that his body could no longer muster.
And he loved again like he had in his youth.
The music summoned feelings deep down that he’d given up on.
His thin hand on the speaker, and the other on his chest as he swayed slightly.
Their old song, opening an album of memories within him.
Unlocking the spirit of youth that had not aged a day.