Do you remember mornings back in Phthia when I would awake before you and go to speak with my mother or go to a lesson and leave you to sleep? I always would watch you sleep then, sometimes only for a minute if time was short, but I would always sit beside your pallet. I do not know if I ever told you.
I love the instrument that you left. I have been plucking at it all morning. When you return I will play you something.