“And then he said, after a moment, “I just played the notes that sounded like you.” I stiffened. He spoke the words so softly, with such tender vulnerability. Like a confession to a priest. So kind it hurt. Danger, Mische. Danger. This is not what you’re supposed to do. But still, I didn’t pull away. I murmured, “It’s beautiful.” And he whispered, “Yes.”
