Wunderkind

A long time ago, when I was younger - much younger - I used to feel like my life had a melody to it. It seemed that there was always a happy tune playing somewhere in some sphere that I couldn't sense but a metaphysical auditory sensation. Life was easy. I had troubles, but they all seemed like nothing some good thought and hard work wouldn't clear up (that's still how I feel about most obstacles these days too, but my energy is waning and I'm not sure I've had a good thought in years). The music seemed to be everyday, but I only ever noticed it's presence when it was gone. For a few years afterwards I don't think I heard any of it, or had a time when I noticed it's absence. But the past few years it's come and gone. This isn't to bemoan it's current departure, but to rejoice that I feel that there are moments that it has returned.