Sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear; some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever — which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.
— from Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, by Tom Robbins
Dear Young Man Beside Me on the Metro This Afternoon:
If I can hear your music, with my processor turned all the way down, over the noise of the train, and seeping out from your headphones, you may be listening to your music a tad too loud. Just sayin’.
Love,
Mel
Hear Me in the Harmony 
Amazing isn’t it? Sometimes I can hear the “music” coming from someone’s headset and I’m sitting on the far side of a BIG room. Then I have to ask the patron to please turn it down, as other people sitting next to the music lover are having trouble concentrating on their homework. Really.
I love that you sign a letter to a complete stranger “Love, Mel”.