During a vivid early-morning reverie, Neville recalls falling instantly in love with the woman who would become his second wife the moment he met her in 1936, though she did not yet know it herself, and that their daughter was born in 1942. He plays these memories together with others -- their Caribbean sea crossings, his daughter as a grown woman who does not recognize her own mother's earlier romance -- treating each as a separate note on one long keyboard of lived experience.