He chuckled softly, though there was more emotion than humor in it. "Music is not like a miser's fortune," he said. "It's a gift that's wasted when hoarded. It serves a purpose only when shared. Otherwise, it's like lighting a candle, then putting it under a pot; it gives no light to anyone and its flame is soon smothered."

"Though learning to play properly will take some time. My father taught me only a few basic chords, and even for those it has been some years since I last attempted them. I can read music, but it will take a great deal of practice before I can produce aught of any worth from my father's instrument."