(with Aaron Neville) - Dont Know Much

Elias sat at the piano, his fingers tracing the keys without pressing them. He was waiting. Across the room, tucked into a velvet booth that had seen better decades, sat Clara. They hadn't spoken in three years—not since the tour ended and the silence began.

The rain didn't just fall in New Orleans; it hung in the air like a heavy curtain. Inside the dimly lit bar on Frenchman Street, the air smelled of stale bourbon and damp wool. Dont Know Much (with Aaron Neville)

For those four minutes, the missed calls, the long winters apart, and the pride that kept them silent vanished. There were a thousand things they didn't understand about why they had let go, but as the final note faded into the sound of the rain outside, they realized the song had said the only thing that actually mattered. Elias sat at the piano, his fingers tracing