It was cold outside, I could feel it. The same way I can feel the music. Feel it, Listen to it. It just comes to me, wherever I am. It's like it follows me where ever I go or whatever I do, it's just… there. It's not just me. It's everyone. All you have to do, is listen. Don't question it, just listen, and then the music… will come to you. I know it. Evan took his guitar and gently strummed it. He could feel the music vibrate through him. It made him excited, it made him willing to do whatever it took just to play, just to listen, just to feel. He sat there, playing his favorite song, "Moondance" He loved that song. It spoke to him, in a way that nothing else ever could. Strumming his guitar. Feeling. Listening.