Music can play all day and all night. With music, my space is filled, where before it was empty of the sound of your voice. Just before you came in, I was floating. I put that iPod in my ear, and listen to some of the best music. My hands lift into the air, floating on wind, decoding what I hear. There is an ad on BBC where a young boy describes an experience and his voice crescendos as he tried to speak, but now it isn’t the music coming from somewhere else but the strings in his emotion. His own emotion became a harp.