It is a beautiful summer evening so you decide to go for a lovely walk outside. You hear the birds singing their songs while you walk past the little lake and past the grass area and you are thinking about nothing in particular really when suddenly you hear a voice. HIS voice. You decide to find out where that voice is coming from so you enter the huge tent. There are a lot of tables and chairs for people to sit on. You look around but you do not see anyone you recognise. Then you walk up to the front so you can see the stage.

Then you see and -more importantly- HEAR him. He is standing in the middle of the stage and is singing his songs about loss and happiness. You are fascinated by his voice. His voice has an amazing warmth to it. You can not help but sit down and listen to him for the rest of the evening.

Then you go back home and wonder if you dreamt it all…