Near dusk, Neil Diamond — his hair silver now, his frame softened with age — found himself standing in the quiet of an old country field, far from the noise of stages and stadiums. The grass swayed gently against a broken stone wall, the kind he might have leaned on as a young man when songs first began to form in his heart. He sat on the weathered ledge, the sky turning to fire above him, and let the first lines of “Stones” slip from his lips, almost like a prayer. There was no band, no crowd, just the echo of his voice weaving with the wind, carrying both sorrow and strength. When the last word faded, he placed his hand on the cool rock beside him and whispered, “Some things stay, even when we don’t.” And for a fleeting moment, time itself seemed to bow its head.
phil WHEN TIME STOOD STILL — NEIL DIAMOND’S TWILIGHT PRAYER IN A COUNTRY FIELD Near dusk, as the world seemed to exhale into…