[ The action and description makes him freeze for a few moments. Because it's... identical. It's just like... that dream he'd had when he woke up. He'd dismissed it as nothing more than nonsense... so why did someone else know about it as well?

Regardless, even though he shouldn't, he knows exactly what she means. ]

...You play together to make one complete sound, ja? And many people watch and listen.

[ He holds his hands as if he is holding something as well, imitating her. But their gestures are exactly the same somehow. He knows there is something he -- they -- are supposed to be holding, but he can't remember what. That absence seems lonely for some reason. ]

It's very loud, but it makes them very happy anyway. ...Yes, I think I know what you mean.