“I need you to listen closely,”

she whispers

“this is very important.

I need you to listen not only with your ears

but with the backs of your eyes,

your tongue

and with your fingertips.”

I nod, not fully comprehending.

Then she starts to sing.

It is low at first

resonating within her chest.

The melody swoops and falls

there are no words

my eyes are compelled to close

and I am transported

beyond symphonies

above staff lines

whirling past

bass and treble clefs

(I am sandwiched between divine vibrations)

She stops.

Catches her breath.

My eyes open.

She takes my face in her hands

and whispers

“Did you hear it?

Did you truly listen?”

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