He often pointed to his heart and said that she was there, not that she saw. Now her symbolic residence was ruptured with bullets, not that she heard. She wondered about him. Why did he not come to see her in her sanctuary where everyone had their own world? You can explain about the war, not that she would understand. Hers was a world that did not realize differences. Her race was that of kindness. Her countrymen were those with the voice of compassion. She hoped he would come back to her one day with his gruff music of soul.