Euterpe nodded, understanding, and gave him a small smile. When he could hear, she would play anything he asked her to. There was scarcely a thing in the world that Euterpe wouldn't do for a great musician. For the men and women who's very veins were filled with song, Euterpe would have walked through hot coals to please them. She was a muse - her sole purpose in life was to bring them inspiration.
I'm so happy you're in the world, Euterpe wrote, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered her words before writing them. A talent so great as yours, you deserve immortality. Is a doctor going to repair your hearing? When will this happen?