She raised herself a little and rested her body against his folded knees.
"What's the trouble, Sylvia ?" he said.
"Just what I've been trying to tell you." "Be more concrete, then.

You're definite enough when you sing." She sighed and gave a little melancholy laugh.
"That's just it," she said.

"People like you and me, and Michael, too, for that matter, are most entirely ourselves when we are at our music.
When Michael plays for me I can sing my soul at him.

While he and I are in music, if you understand--and of course you do--we belong to each other.

Do you know, Hermann, he finds me when I'm singing, without the slightest effort, and even you, as you have so often told me, have to search and be on the lookout.