My picking brings many a lost soul to my porch, but none so strange or lost as her. She did wit' me, long into the night, and listen to me play. As the nights went by, the cher started to tell me more about herself. She talked of a man who played beau music, music that could clasp at your very soul. He done wronged her, and now the sound of organ music made her feel like her heart was being ripped from her chest.