❝In retrospect, yes. Though, I haven’t been
awake for it, for anymore than forty years.❞
[ Finished. It was a true gift bestowed upon
the woman ; to hear a symphony that
resembled such a thing. Astonishing. ]
❝Do you have your own song then?❞
❝My own song?❞
[ Why does it seem s odd a question? Cara
believes it makes sense to ask – and yet
so few indulge her to this point. She remains
silent, contemplative before finding her answer. ]
❝If I have one, it is beyond me. At least
I can’t hear it. Every living thing has one
I am alive so I should think that I do.❞