When I came out of ICU after my transplant, I was flooded with memories from childhood and started singing
up a storm. I sang little kids
songs, camp
songs,
songs from bar mitzphas and weddings, Motown songs etc, etc.
Even in ICU I heard music in my head all the time.
I think music is connected to the rhythm of our heart beat.
I'm a painter who loves visual art but aural art touches everybody.