July 21, 1885

A strange sound drifting from above came upon my ears as I worked in the lower lab this morning. Hunching over metal joints for an new arm to be. I heard a melody from memory, an album from days of my lovely Emma. It caught my attention well enough to cause a investigation upstairs.

Walking into the music room, to my surprise I witnessed Edward creative as my boy is using his sharped pinky as a needle on the phonograph. He was listening intensely to his mother's old records.

I just stood there silently in the doorway watching. I didn't want to startle him. I remember what happen last time I did. Almost lost an arm myself. Unfortunately with my luck my attempts all failed. Stepping on an old wooden floor broad, damn my luck! A loud silent shattering creak rose from my weight breaking Edward's focus and caused him to jump. The record was broken beyond fixing.

Edward realized what he had done and looked like he was about to cry as he laid on the loveseat. I hate to see him like this and I needed to do something before...Ah wait I know. My violin, I hope its still on the top self of the book cause. Ah yes here it is. Oh how its been awhile since I last saw you old friend. When was it? Oh yes my Emma, she loved to hear you play. I just hope Edward feels the same way.

After removing it from the case I showed Edward the tips and tricks of how to play. He was fascinated on the maniacs of it.

"Now Edward music is most important to human evolution. It is the words of the soul, every being player or not has this power of creation in them, a theme of life you might say, now watch carefully."

I played for his every song I could thinkof off hand, from Beethoven to a few Jewish legends I remembered learning from my school days. He sat there for an hour unblinking, just mesmerized from the lovely cords. I was tired beyond compare but proud of myself for remembering after all these years.

"May I try father?" asked Edward. He surprised the hell out of me. Its so solemn to hear him speak now of days.

"Oh course my boy" I said happily handing him the violin and showing him the proper ways to hold it with just a bit of modification of course. Instead of a bow we decided it would be easier to use the index finger, The rest could be handled like normal.

The violin hissed with the first stroke. The sound caused both I and Edward to cringe. He felt discouraged so I tried to assure him that everyone on the first try doesn't do that well and that's why you practice. After my words Edward felt a bit better and tried again and this time blew me away. He must have taken what I said to heart for when he closed his eyes he was in another world. With the stroke of a finger the violin bellowed out some of the saddest notes I believe it ever played. Edward's song was of a different kind, not the usual rhythm that one hears at a contest hall or play no this was real, true and straight from the soul. It paced fast like a gypsy 's hand then back to a slow, depressed state then back again. I don't know what to make of it but it was something once in a lifetime to be heard.

When the song was done I sat up and hugged my boy. Im not sure if he realized why. After wiping off my tears I encouraged him to keep playing and headed downstairs. It was nice to hear some life back into this house I remember telling myself as I went back to work on the arm.

Thank you my fine readers for sticking with me as long as you have, I truely appreciate it. I do apologize for taking so long to update. Its just been insanely busy around here and I have fallen back on my chaps. But I will try to keep this up for a little bit. Theres about 2 maybe 3 chaps left til the story warps up. But until then I hope you been enjoying the story so far and I will see you soon