So that this life could be mine

They sat right where they stood, not crumpling, but grounding a moment, to savor the songs of a late artist who sang of wildflowers and of falling, live in concert, in a different life when they too had life yet left to give.

Her concentration on the performance matched only by my attempt to capture this; my wife, my daughter, on the kitchen floor, reliving music of yesteryear; a life left behind so this could be mine.