Last night, while I was doing dishes, I started hearing a violin playing. It was very beautiful music, but very soft. I walked around the house, trying to locate the source, but no luck. The air conditioner was running, drowning out any outside noise. After about ten minutes, the music stopped. I don't know who was playing, or where it was coming from. It was, however, some of the most heartfelt music I've ever heard in person.
I'm not saying it didn't come from my head. My husband thinks I hear radio waves, because I do often hear music no one else can. Whatever the source, my hopes of it continuing tonight have not been satisfied. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.
-Katya
"Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad." - Chinese proverb
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