All you could hear was flipping through paper. It sounded like the shuffle of a casino deck of cards. His eyes never wandered from this magical thing. He laughed.

Sitting quietly on a bed for hours. Nothing but wonder in his eyes. As his senses heightened he begun to sway back and forth. As if dancing.

He’d never seen or touched such a thing. Scooting to the edge of the bed. Hitting the hard cover down, for the moment-it was his! Sitting up sifting through pages, like a chef in search of a dire recipe.

He picked it up once more. Standing tall, as he superman-d across the bed, as if this thing could make him fly.

He lay there, intrigued. Allowing gravity to pull down each page. Learning the meaning of many things that afternoon.

Curiously walking over to the fan; striking his nail across, it made noise. Then the heater vent. Two empty bottles. Everything made noise; music to his ears.

What it is this book inspired him to be? Perhaps a musical genius inspired by something as simple as a hard bound book.