“The only times she ever felt at peace now were at his concerts. Then she could sit quietly, watching him, and sate her heart. In his music was where he lived and revived, and where she’d first loved him. And she knew, always, always when she was there, that he played for her.”

“The only times she ever felt at peace now were at his concerts. Then she could sit quietly, watching him, and sate her heart. In his music was where he lived and revived, and where she’d first loved him. And she knew, always, always when she was there, that he played for her.”

— Vivien Shotwell