Endless possibilities were music to his ears—boundless vistas of mountain and valley, hopes and fears that spread the future before him. If he opened his eyes, lights would flash; crowds would roar; but the music was more. Let the clouds take his troubles. Let the songs of his wounded heart pour over his tears.
He shrugged off friends; their comfort was too kind and too unreal. But the concert lifted his spirits and set him free. The beat revived. The vistas awoke. He survived. He did open his eyes.
Endless possibilities were the song that soared in his soul.