My husband plays classical guitar, quite well, I might add. He plays this piece from memory. I sit, looking at a magazine, pretending not to listen, causing him no distractions. I'll admit, it's a privelidge living with someone with such musical talent, of which I have none but for listening. I haven't managed to make a video of him playing this piece, but this is Julian Bream playing it for you. I like to think that in a hundred years when we are long gone, our house will echo, ghost-like, with this very music.