How much water has to fall to admit it's raining?

"How much water has to fall to admit it's raining?" Calle Molinos 22, Granada by El Nino de las Pinturas @elninodelaspinturass created in 2011

I know that in a parallel universe someone sings my favorite song in my ear.
I also know that in another parallel universe, maybe the same one, I'll say, "Stop singing to me and let's make music."
I also know that I can't play an instrument in this parallel universe either, and I strongly doubt that a wormhole can make me sing well, but we will make music.

And whoever says music says music. Because the only difference between a sound that sounds like noise or music to you is whether you're the neighbor next door or the one that makes it. My neighbor is sorry, he will make noise

I also know that I can't play an instrument in this parallel universe either, and I strongly doubt that a wormhole can make me sing well, but we will make music.

And whoever says music says music. Because the only difference between a sound that sounds like noise or music to you is whether you're the neighbor next door or the one that makes it. My neighbor is sorry, he will make noise

I know that in a parallel universe someone understands what I'm saying.
I wish someone would understand that.

I know that someone in a parallel universe thinks of me the same way I think of someone today.
Someone in a parallel universe thinks that hopefully someone else thinks about them the same way they think about someone else.

I know I probably won't change anything, and that changes everything.
I know that in a parallel universe like this, there is no one who thinks of someone the way no one thinks of anyone.

I know that every day is optimal to be the last.
Let it be today!
Poem by Lidiawesome