Resurrecting the dead.

Here I am. Sitting up. In the middle of the night. By the light of a flickering candle.  Listening to music. From the 18th century. On a classical music radio station. Imagining. Communing. With the dead. From the long gone 1700s. Turns out. It's Haydn and a melodic violin concerto. I'm thrilled. To be living in the 'modern age.' With new conveniences. New inventions. Makes me wonder. If I once lived in the 18th century. As Haydn's friend and compatriot. It's as if I knew Haydn. Tonight will maybe occur again and again. With the mere flip of a radio switch. And presto. My friend Haydn arrives. Alive and well. The dead are resurrected. Through the magic of technology. --Jim Broede