Music is a time machine. It only goes backwards, though.
It only takes a connection to a note or noise, and suddenly you're gone. For the next couple of minutes you are displaced, revisiting your sepia soaked summer sunset youth. You can see your world from the outside in as though your present self is a ghost within your own history.
You’re there… but you’re not. You can’t touch or change or affect anything. All you can do is sing along. And yet… the spirit within the melody can reach in and touch you. It can give you something back. Something you lost.
A piece of yourself.