“She saved the wild in me.” That’s what Steven Tyler whispered as he laid his scarf across the piano bench — a final offering to the teacher who saw the storm in a boy and called it music. No press. No cameras. Just Steven, alone in a quiet chapel, saying goodbye to the woman who once handed him a microphone and saved his life with a lullaby. When her niece played that same melody, Steven stood, eyes wet, and sang — not to perform, but to thank her. And when he left, all he said was, “For Miss G — the first one who listened.”