My brother, Dadou, The applause ends. The lights go dark. The crowd goes home carrying something it cannot name. But a brother's love cannot be put away. It remains stubborn, alive, irreducible like a chord no one ever finished playing. Dadou, I remember everything. The way you held your guitar not like an instrument. Like a confession. You carried Compas the way a man carries faith. Not a genre. Not a career. A faith. You passed it to me without speaking a single lesson thro