She was crying again. He could never understand why. It was just some music after all. As he stepped towards her, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up, cheeks still wet, with a gentle smile on her face. Kyle could only smile back.
Reaching down, he gently pulled Ellie up out of her bean bag chair as she leaned over and turned off her stereo system. Looking at him as he wiped her face, smoothing the tears, she laughed softly.
"You still don't hear it do you." It wasn't a question. "You don't feel the pull, the experience, the motion of it all."
"How can I?" Kyle responded, "Its just sounds. Sure it's nice to listen to, but there's nothing to physically feel in it!"
Ellie's only response was to lean into him and ruffle his hair. "Someday you'll understand. When you truly hear."
Kyle sat down in the chair himself, pulling Ellie next to him, "Explain it to me then, what don't I hear."
Ellie laughed, "You'll know it when you hear it. It's hard to describe. Music is pure emotion. I true composer can describe something so perfectly, it's almost as though you experienced it yourself."
Kyle glanced sideways at her, "Example?"
"Well, I can listen to a song, and I can feel happy, or I can admire a sunset, or even feel my heart break. Now tell me, can you explain to me what it feels like to have your heart broken?"
He looked confused, "Well, it's kind of like.there's this jumbled feeling and emptiness." He glanced at her, "How can a song do that any better?"
Ellie leaned across him to turn back on the CD.
"Shhhhhh. I just want you to close your eyes and listen. Don't think in words; think in colors, and with emotion. Feel."
"I don't want to listen to some old classical stuff. It's not my thing."
"Don't worry. It's not old. Classical, yes, but not like you're thinking. Just listen. Give it a chance."
"All right." It didn't take much to hear the skepticism in his voice. But Kyle settled back nonetheless, closed his eyes, and listened. And he heard. Finally, he understood what Ellie had been saying.
It started small; a couple of notes gave him shivers. Then it grew, and he could feel the music under him, as though he were suspended. And he heard blues and yellows. He felt an ocean and tasted sunlight. Opening his eyes, Kyle was speechless.
Ellie was kneeling in front of him, eyes lit up. "You see? It's hard to explain music, because it's hard to explain emotion."
Kyle just smiled, "I heard."