Watching him play is like watching a transformation take place. Music allows him to turn his secrets into lyrics; it allows him to speak of his grief, his anger, his love in a way that he cannot express with just words.
She holds her own words at the tip of her tongue as she studies him, her fingers fidgeting tirelessly as though trying to mimic the deft movements of his own. She has questions for him; answers that he owes her, but right now it can wait because it’s just them and the music, and if there is anything she knows is that she is good at being patient.
Happy, happy birthday to my favorite lady dreamtheft
LOL, DO RAE AND NOLAN.