With all this time on his hands, he could get rid of the old songs.
After deep listens, many of them sounded too boastful. Others were sad. Too sad for now.
Just the other day he carried them upstairs from his basement. They weighed him down as he walked up the stairs. How could he have listened to these songs for so long?
Then, under the light of an early spring sun, he found the new songs. He heard tambourines in the alley. The old songs had collected dust but they turned into seeds of a new song. A child on a nearby tricycle hit every note. The old couple on their daily walk snuck within 5 1/2 feet of each other.
These were songs [...]
