On the bed, bade farewell to a Y2K weekend on the radio. Somehow, don't feel like sleeping. Feel like just listening to the music, the songs all familiar, all striking a chord somewhere.

Songs from the grown-up years, grown-up but nowhere near mature, grown-up but still ignorant years. There were risks taken, wilful decisions made, ideals struggling to be reality. There was money spent on late Sat nights out, time passed just basking in moonlight, much strumming of the fingers on rough table-tops, along with his guitar.

It is comforting. The quiet of the night. Solitude in voices.

Put me softly to sleep, cradle gently my dreams tonight.

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