"Because I've been a little selfish. I haven't given any of it to you. I wanted to keep it for myself to the last."
"Keep what?"
"When I was just a boy, younger than you, it began to come to me. But it wasn't the seeing-beyond for me. It was different. For me, it was hearing-beyond."
Jonas frowned, trying to figure that out. "What did you hear?" he asked.
"Music," The Giver said, smiling. "I began to hear something truly remarkable, and it is called music. I'll give you some before I go."
Jonas shook his head emphatically. "No, Giver," he said. "I want you to keep that, to have with you, when I'm gone."