Sharing Music

Steve was amazingly talented. One of his passions was music. He could play any intrument he picked up, but his preference was guitar. He was amazing, I am told. Because he had had a stroke four years ago (before I met him), he had lost his ability to make music. It was heartbreaking for him. When I met him, I knew he used to play, but it was something he was never able to share with me. He had a lot of recording equipment and had recorded his own music. He had several 4-track tapes that he told me he would let me hear "one day." "One day" never came. We just never got around to getting out all that equipment. After his death, I gave those tapes to his cousin who knows all about all that equipment. Just today, he finished two of the songs, and I was able to hear Steve sing and play for the first time. It was an amazing experience. These were songs that Steve wrote. He played all the music and recorded all the vocals. Every sound that is heard is Steve. As I listened, I realized that in a way, he had written those songs for me across time. I truly felt Steve was there with me, as I listened, and that he was so glad to be able to share those songs with me. Hearing his voice like that was an amazing experience. I can't wait to see him again.