It’s a little colder here.
A little emptier.
Did winter come because they left?
Is it colder outside, or merely inside of me?
What will we do with all that time we spent following them,
State to State, Country to Country?
Did we become complacent with all the video’s?
Did we take for granted the many daily pictures?
I wish we had them now.
Our Baby will be 19 when we see him, in concert, again.
If we’re lucky.
Our Eldest will be turning 21.
Can we still call him Our “Boy”?
And Our Sweetly Dimpled middle-man?
Well, I’m sure he’ll stay the same,
Sweet and Dimpled.
They touch me in a heart I didn’t know I had.
I miss them.
But it’s OK.
I have met remarkable people here,
due entirely to Il Volo.
I know I’m smarter, happier, better.
Because They exist.
Because they sing.
Because their music reaches deep enough for us to find
the extraordinary in ourselves and each other.
It’s a little warmer now.