"Oh, now, music is the language of the soul," John laughed good naturedly. He was used to those who believed they could sing launching into loud solos for the thrill of it. At first it had been Frankie, the loudest sniper John had ever met. Then it was Joann and Trudy, in the church choir.
He fell silent as well when the man at the piano started to sing, though unlike his companion he was taken by surprise by the man's appearance. He couldn't help but stare a bit, the voice definitely pleasing to the ear but his mental functions a bit caught up on the obvious non-humanness of the man.