He will ask this of his father, who will say to himself: You can’t make a simple D chord, how do you know about changing keys? I listened, he’ll answer, and his father will realize how ardently he’d paid attention all along, how carefully he observed, how hard he tried. He will tell his father that the morning chorus sounded like something rising out of the breath it took away. To which his father will respond, All right, then, my friend; let’s make some music.
