The core loop for the verses usually follows this pattern:

His mother, a concert pianist in Paris before the war, had composed it as a lullaby. Not for him—for her students. Jewish children hidden in the countryside, passed from farm to farm like bread loaves wrapped in cloth. She had played this piece every evening in the tiny attic where she sheltered them. Four bars of tenderness. Then a sudden shift into minor keys—footsteps on the stairs. Then back to the lullaby, as if to say: I am here. You are not alone.

: The piano often mimics the rhythmic drive of the original's synthesizer and drums, providing a steady foundation for the soaring vocal melody. Difficulty Levels

You are of my family. You always were. Play it forward.