Janne Schaffer stood in the quiet shade of the cemetery, the wind carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant hum of a city that seemed too busy to notice the weight of this day. Before him lay the simple stone that bore the name Michael B. Tretow, the years etched beneath it — August 20, 1944 – May 20, 2025. Janne’s fingers brushed across the cool granite, tracing the letters as if touching the past itself. Memories flooded back — the late nights in the studio, the laughter over missed notes, the magic of creating something that would outlive them both. “You were the sound behind the dream,” he whispered, his voice barely rising above the breeze. There were no crowds here, no applause, just the unshakable truth that friendship, once woven through music, never really dies. And as he stood there, guitar case resting by his side, Janne knew that the silence was not empty — it was filled with Michael’s presence, lingering in every melody they had ever made.
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