“My name is Maya Lopez. This is my story. The story is called Echo. It doesn’t happen in words. It happens in movements, and memories. Shapes and feelings. When it does happen in words, it doesn’t happen in the sound of words, but in the color of them. The mood and texture, and mystery of their crossword puzzle meanings. My story happens in music. Sometimes slow and awkward. Like little fingers on worn out keys searching for meaning. My story doesn’t happen in the sound of notes but in the silence between them. That is where the magic happens.
That silence is where you will find me.”