"Tears are words from the heart that can't be spoken."
As she sat in church listening to the old familiar hymns she began to cry.
As she heard the Christmas carols of her childhood she began to cry.
As she played the classic rock and folk music of her youth she began to cry.
As she listened to the peace anthems at the concert last night she began to cry.
"Why do you always cry when you listen to music?" he had asked her once gently.
She knew no way to explain the connection, how music unlocked the doors to memories long since locked away in the attic... times, people, places, hopes and dreams long since gone.
She rarely listens to music these days because she cannot stop the tears.
She prefers to spend her time in the soft realm of silence, hearing only the purring of her cats and the ticking of the clock.