This is how I found him. Paper, pencil, and violin all in the book nook. He was humming, writing letters, then playing. Hum some more, write some more notes, play the notes. He wasn't humming on key. And the notes were sometimes more like screeches and scratches than music to my ears. But they were the right notes. And they were all his. And he was so absorbed and so proud and so excited. And in the end, I got to have a front row seat to his first concert.
(a big thank you to Grandma & Grandpa in North Carolina for the wonderfully thoughtful gift of the violin. it's something that will keep on giving for a very long time.)