I [Music] was born in the open air, in the breaks of....

“ I [Music] was born in the open air, in the breaks of waves and the whistling of sandstorms, the hoots of owls and the cackles of tui birds. I travel in echoes. I ride the breeze. I was forged in nature, rugged and raw. Only man shapes my edges to make me beautiful. [Chapter 2] ”

Mitch Albom

From : The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto