You heard and felt the harmonies of light, at least
the surface of them, but you didn’t notice, did you, that the
melody was missing?”
It was true, Tony had not heard a melody, just a symphony of
harmonies.
“I don’t understand. What’s the missing melody?” he asked.
“You, Anthony! You are the melody! You are the reason for
the existence of what you witnessed and consider so
immeasurably awe inspiring. Without you, what you perceived
would have no meaning and no shape. Without you, it would
have simply… fallen apart.

Autore: William Paul Young