Ryder, restless and unable to sleep, descended the stairs and settled onto his couch. His hands went to the guitar, now resting in its stand like an old friend waiting patiently. He tuned the fresh strings, each note singing clear and steady. When he strummed, memories of the right chords returned, and soon his deep voice filled the room, soft but powerful, carrying a song only he could write in that moment.

Original Song – “Under the Moonlight”

Verse 1:

Under the moonlight, I see your ...