One day the home I was playing lined up all the little old Alzheimer ladies in 10 rows of five. All nice and square, all in various stages of loss - but they were late stagers, for sure.

I talked to them and to the rest of the folks in the room like I normally would - and sang a mix of songs, but stayed pretty much with old ones. Within a few songs some were singing, some sat up and noticed and some moved their mouths, as if they were singing. One little old lady actually asked for songs - told me about her father's favorites and so forth. She seemed pretty much more with it then the others. Afterwards, the nurse told me that lady had been there for 5 months and she had never uttered a single word before that session.

There is MAGIC in song!