I am sorry I cannot stop now or I’ll lose the song, said Kristen.

She was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, her guitar around her neck, she played a chord and write something on her notebook, something Julia was not able to understand, lines of words and signs and numbers. Kristen would play the same notes over and over and then scribble strange signs alternated with numbers on the notebook, then play those notes or others and then scribble some more, then add words below the signs and the numbers.

This is music, said Gaia. If she writes music she can read it later and play it again. Kristen was sitting on the floor, the notebook open next to her, the guitar on her legs which she kept straight, her feet against the wash basin cabinet, the nails of her feet bright red. Gaia offered her hand to Julia and took her out of the bathroom.

Let her listen to the music, Gaia said.

Where does she hears the music she writes, Julia asked.

In her head, she hears everything in her head and then writes it all and plays it for you and me. Later we will hear the song, but now we must leave her with her music or the music will be lost.

Gaia got closer to Julia and lowered her voice a little.

Do not tell anyone how mum hears songs, it is a secret.


About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae

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