When Suzy was two, her father kept recording her — the babbling, the half-formed words, the laughs that lasted three seconds and then vanished.

He gave those recordings to a musician friend and asked a simple question: can you do something with these?

What came back wasn't a lullaby or a tribute. It was a song — built from her voice, shaped into something that will outlast the recordings themselves.

That was the first song. This is what it sounded like.