Music must have a powerful impact on a child, I suggest as I sing along to every word I hear. Dire Straits played in the car; a travelling family of one among four. Back then on cassettes; C90, with automation and jamming tapes. I remember every word sung; none of the words spoken, between the seats of an orange car of German make. I still recall the silence; the moment the music ended.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.