…music was a source of recollection. a body remembering itself in notes and keys, in tones and sounds. vibration asks us to call out to ourselves, sometimes requires that we feel. He loved the way the music sifted through his other selves and how it shook his shoulders loose—especially when it’d whisper in the middle of traffic, just after a rain shower, or that time she tapped a melody on his lower back with her fingers. Yeah, just like that, like smooth shivers moonwalking on skin.