They heard a subtle sound. Someone was playing an instrument that was a recorder alike. The player was not aware that there were unknown listeners and that made it unique. So they kept quiet and enjoyed the pure sounds like streaming water but now filled with warm, heart, undisturbed or manipulated substance that is essential for highest quality of life.
It was as if being in a trance, but perfectly aware of everything. The melody of the beautiful music was known to both yet never before heard. The sun's rays led to a spot on the velvety grass in front of them. They both sat down on the cushiony ground before them, content to listen to the mysterious sounds of the music maker. Shortly they were both sound asleep.
Both were dreaming, the music still playing played a major role in their dreams. The writer of these lines knows that they played a wonderful concert together. Sometimes they played at the same time the same melody, sometimes one of the two played a variation and there were many other ways they were communicating. And one day the vibrations will meet each other and both will remember and the enjoyment will be full.
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