I can hear music everywhere. Can you? In the setting of the sun, in the blossoming flower, in the whisper of the wind. He tells me everything. Everything that I need to go on living. I see faces everywhere. In the trees, in my furniture, in my bed, inside doors, and walls. Everywhere. Am I mad? I wished for one to hear me. Thank you Leopardman. Thank you Lovagal. You are amazing.