Remembering Len's words about liking country and guitar and assuming his age was close to mine, I began with an Elvis number, an easy mix of soft and gentle early rock and the homegrown voice of The King.
Love me tender, love me still, all my dreams fulfill, for my darling I love you, and I always will.
He studied my hands playing the guitar.
Then he looked far away, out the window of his empty room.
Where do you think Len is looking, besides out his window? Gestures told me a lot about Len in this setting. What do they tell you?