Music

The music blared, grating on several nerves (but inspiring nods with the beat nonetheless). "It all sounds so angry," Christine said to Ray, "but I guess it's a good thing to get it all out." He laughed, then paused for a moment before adding, "Sometimes music works where words don't." Back at home, they retired to their separate spaces (like every other day) and let a familiar silence come over them. Then, at not quite 2pm, Christine heard Rachmaninoff drift through the house - serious and sad, but with a depth of feeling that hinted at passion and hope. And, after taking it all in (and drying her eyes), she played a little Vivaldi in reply.