when music lies beneath the surface...

he looked into her eyes, which mirrored the whole rose-colored sunset and green shores. then they heard music, like a glass-harmonica, but in strange keys - such as only those dreamed who wished to do something new in the world! but it did not occur to them to seek outside themselves, for they thought that the music was within them.

august stringberg, the big gravel screen
translated by velma howard, 1912