"I remembered a dream, where I woke up to him playing his guitar and I didn't say anything. I just sat and watched him play. The more he moved his fingers, the more I wanted to play with him. But my fingers didn't move as fast as his. They were slow and bulky, grazing two strings instead of one. So Instead, I listened. I listened to the music of a memory I never witnessed and one I never would, sing me to sleep.