But Kaylee could hear the music. She heard it everywhere in everything she did. To Kaylee, life was just a big concert and she was in the audience, dancing along to it. She loved the bouncy trumpets she'd hear when walking around the ship, the harsh percussion when she was fixing the engine, the playful woodwinds when she'd be having meals with the entire crew, the mournful strings when she was sad and especially the entire symphony roaring in harmony when she was having sex.
-- Music Of The Black by Cuda77