An Alien In This Discordant Time Poem by Doris Cornago

I met this singer John Ford Coley in his Mall Concert. He sang songs from my 'past life' when I was young and impressionable. During the meet and greet, we were talking like long lost friends for some 15 minutes until he was notified by the ushers there was still a long line of well wishers awaiting their turn. How does it happen that we can be like friends when we haven't previously met? Those who saw us were awestruck. Music has that power of bridging gaps, perhaps.