I Hear Music But There’s No One There: Friday Fictioneer’s Music Class

Did you ever hear music when there was nobody playing it? Find out why…

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic each week to write a 100 word story about.

This week it’s humor; well, at least, a light-hearted piece.

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I Hear Music and There’s No One There*

I dreamt I was in a room filled with musical instruments. There were sweet smells of blossoms, yet the trees outside were bare. I felt like I walking on air. I wondered why.

I tossed in my sleep. When I awoke, I had no appetite. The morning stars twinkled in my eyes.

It was all so crazy. I heard music, yet there was no one there..

I confided this to my friend, who said that it was not so surprising, and it didn’t need any analyzing. She said that I wasn’t sick, I was just in love.

Randy Mazie

*With apologies to, and an absolute admission of plagiarism of, Irving Berlin’s classic song/lyrics: (I Wonder Why) You’re Just in Love

Please feel free to watch Donald O’Connor and Ethel Merman sing it. The duet portion is terrific.

Click the link below:
Donald O’Connor & Ethel Merman – I Hear Singing and There’s No One There – YouTube

Or watch it here:

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19 thoughts on “I Hear Music But There’s No One There: Friday Fictioneer’s Music Class

  1. Dear Writers Village, Wow, this was fun – I love your story and the video-musical clip was amazing! I’ve seen that movie before and loved it then and love it now! AWESOME! Nan 🙂

  2. I think you need to work on your genre tags, Randy. That’s definitely romantic fiction this week – a delightful and heartwarming tale.

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