Music in dim light fantazy

    “Liz”… She heard her name called out… She heard a very familiar voice and winced. She knew that this gentle voice doesn’t live on this Planet. She thought that it lives, maybe, in the world which exists far on the Mountain-top. It seemed to her that the rain and the wind brought this voice from mountains. Suddenly she felt inside emptiness, loveliness, and helplessness. She felt that solitude waited for her in her house.
   She walked slowly…She didn’t hurry…She didn’t want to return…
But she knew that her house was near and she had no alternative. She would open a door in a minute.
   It was cold. There was rain. There was dim light from the street lamps. The rain came down in a steady drizzle. She didn’t see a soul! She didn’t have an alternative!
She turned to the house and walked decisive steps. And in the next moment she opened the door.
   Inside there was a deep silence and darkness. They waited for her to snatch and torment her heat. She hated them…And she loved them…Liz lit the fire, lit the candles, prepared aromatic coffee and sat close to the fire.
   Liz waited. The darkness and the troublesome silence moved into the corners of the room and were hidden there. It had gone still.
   Liz waited. And somewhere away there was music. At first her sounds were not clear, silent. She knew they would be louder in a minute. She stayed in dim light close to the fire, inhaled aroma of coffee and listened to his music. He has written it a year ago and at once has left this world. But his magical music was living.  His magic music remained in her heart and she listened to it at dim light of her house.