Music to Our ears "The mystery of the ceiling’s musician"

If the walls in that building could speak, there would have always something to tell. Neighbor’s gossip, couple’s fights, landlord’s complains and my favorite one, the musician’s mystery.

Almost every night when most of the habitants were falling asleep, a quite violin melody would become a lullaby for everyone who could hear.

At the beginning we always thought it was our imagination making us a joke or maybe caused by the fatigue. But after a while each one of us woke up early from our dreams at the time the sun arises. Before the clock even had time to make it sounds its alarm a loud to ears, a particular classical piano song from the window to the roof would have appeared.

It was the doubt of everyone at the apartment, but no one knew his identity. The only thing we had clearly in mind was that he played really well the piano, saxophone, violin and guitar. The grumpy elders didn't want to admit how much they enjoyed to could listen for free to musical pieces from Mozart, Beethoven and Haydin.

I couldn't understand some complains about it because if I had to choose between to hear the noises like traffic, television adds or street shouting, I always have prefer to open my window and get involve with the mysterious concert that took place from the ceiling.

It was until one day that the fussy landlord explained it wasn't allowed music to play. He told us he won’t take rest until the guilty musician obeys. He actually said “Silence looks to be the absent of noise but is the best music in the whole world.” So his advice before from that the day was that if the mysterious musician didn't stop his play, he must have to leave and find another place.

But the music continued playing every midnight and morning anyway. So after a few days, the landlord decided to discover who the guilty player was. Looked like it made him be more interested on his job and every night before the moon left, he would come up into the ceiling with a lamp but there wasn't always any clue to find. So he started to wake up before a rooster could sing but it was useless because he didn´t discover anything.

Until finally one day after a few years passed through, we all stopped complaining and learned how to appreciate the music. Unfortunately after the old fussy landlord died, the mysterious musician was also gone. There weren't any midnight’s lullabies or good morning’s songs as alarm to wake up to go to school or work. It was just the music of silence who reigns now over the place. By the pass of the time everybody understood the landlord’s phrase but at the same time we really miss the musician old man.

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