His "special" place bewitched me! Filled out with tones of unfinished pieces, lots of hanging magical instruments and that mesmerizing fragrance. And most of all the sound of tuning strings. Those days are gone, his hands are not as strong and rough anymore. But the memories the vivid memories are living in me and make me think of how dad is doing now. Is his studio still so magical? How does his new musical instruments sound? Does he still smell like wood?