Dear little brother,
I know you can't remember the songs that he played... but I remember the one that he played most often. It was soft... back then, the music seemed to sing along with itself. I remember thinking of a cool night, seeing the stars, and the moon. A soft blue glow on the moon. I could feel the world, so open and full of adventure. It was a lullaby to entice you to dream of lovely animals on a cool dark night. I remember that feeling... the visions in my head. You were to young to remember it... But you enjoyed it. All of us did. I think even he enjoyed playing the music. Dad played the music, and the music sang the words. Thats all that we needed. And when he would stop playing, and the music stopped singing... we would softly and sleepily ask him to play again. But never made it long enough to hear if he did. We'd be dreaming before he began again.
I played that song the other day... It wasn't happy anymore... it seems sad. Now it doesn't really sing... it just cries softly. Like a broken heart thats cried too long. I never wanted to admit it. I guess now I have to. Cody, I miss dad too.
Your stubborn older brother