"Chapter 5: A New History" genre: Spoken Word
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	CD: The Music Box   Label: Blue Moon Records Credits: Everything produced by Joshua Moore. 2003.
	Lyrics After the rain had died down, a middle-aged woman, the heroin of this story and a distant neighbor of Hondo's, was in the area looking for worms to use when fishing. She shockfully came across Hondo's body, not expecting to stumble on it, but not surprised he had passed on. She witnessed his arrival to Ireland, but knowing his intention to be a hermit, she never introduced herself. She saw his age at that time and figured maybe he came here to die. Then the woman saw he had some musical instruments with him. She thought, "I wonder if he's really good", and hoped to hear some music being played from across the land. A couple years later, this woman didn't hear any music from Hondo. She thought that maybe he was sad and wished she could somehow help him start playing music. The woman suddenly got an idea. She went to her closet where she had an old music box her Grandfather had given her. She looked at it and remembered all the stories her Grandfather told her about it. It had been passed down through many generations and had quite an Irish history behind it. Ancestors joyfully danced and played their fiddles around the fire at night. A child from that time was very excited from all this and wanted something musical to play before he went to bed, to remind him of the celebration. The child's parents gave him a music box, which he kept through the rest of his life and was always reminded of traditional Irish music everytime he played it. He passed it down to his children to enjoy and it went from there. The woman's idea was to anonymously give the music box to Hondo and set it somewhere he would find it, so she went over to his piece of land, hoping she wouldn't get caught, and put the music box out in the forest close to his shack. She hurried back home and luckily didn't get caught by Hondo. The woman hoped the box would also give him joy and maybe inspire him to write some beautifull music, without knowing its background and give it a brand new history. And that it did, as she heard his music echoing across the hills for the next year. After finding Hondo's body, the woman carefully carried him to his shack and burried him next to it. Then she went inside and looked around. She saw a mess of papers with Hondo's songs scratched down. She gathered them up and later gave them to someone who could play them and record them. They ended up being mass-produced for the world to enjoy and know of Hondo's story in Ireland. He was now a legend and the woman wondered where he was out there in life after death, perhaps flying through the sky like a butterfly, blowing in the winds of winter, falling with the rains of spring, looking down on the land with a bird's-eye-view. Wherever he was, the woman guessed Hondo was probably happy, and so was she.

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