He sits and plays and plays for days.
What a privilege to have the time.
He googles notes he doesn't read and turns them into melody.
It's beauty, a gift from the Lord, the way he plays. It moves the heart of home.
How worth his time...and mine I decide, and thus he spends his days...playing.
"Oh come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!"
Psalm 95:1