There comes a time in a man’s life when weighted down by bittersweet memories of the past, he seeks the solace of the dark. Thus as he sits there, unmoving and alone in the hush of the evening—he sees many faces and hears many voices. He sighs with a tear or two of repentance for sins remembered, for hearts he shouldn’t have broken. In his solitude, all these keep coming back to him in a concerto of his many , many loves. Yes, when time goes fleeting by and silver begins to streak your hair, you too will long to sit in the dark…to hold communion with your past.