Random meetings

It happens sometimes that you're zapping through the radio frequencies while driving and suddenly the speakers play a melody you immediately find familiar, a tune already stored in some drawer of your brain, though you can't say how long it's been there, if it's just a summer hit or an aged track. You cannot even link it to a title or an author. Probably you already listened to it one thousand times but perhaps now you're slightly more receptive, so that the notes find an open way to the rational consciousness and you're able to realize how beautiful that song actually is. Therefore you let it lull you, appreciating the contortions of the voice, the background instrumental lines and all those little particulars that give a proper soul to what would otherwise be no more than a barren sequence of notes; slowly realizing that it also contains something else. Something more. That song tells something, maybe without the words you would use, but inside that frame of music there's a picture you definitely recognize. Because it's a fragment of your life.
This happened to me yesterday. With this song.