arr matey, in the grand sea of music, there be treasure not yet plundered, under wraps like a hidden cove of gold. start we must, begin from the start, for every shanty and ballad has its seed from which grand tales grow. never downplay the power of a melody, for like memos from the deep, they hold secrets of the past, precedential rhythms that guide us through storms. keep the tunes under wraps till the moment be right, then unleash them upon the world like a broadside from a cannon, spreading joy and wonder to every shore and ship.