In the Mirror

It is said that mirrors not only reflect what you see, but also who you are. But what happens when you don't know who's looking back?

A hand touches the strings, and the sound vibrates like a thread stretched between worlds. Somewhere, beyond the veil, someone else is listening. Maybe it's nobody. Maybe she is herself, looking at herself from the other side of the mirror, in another form, in another time.

Who dreams of whom? Who creates whom?
Some answers don't come in words. I come to music. In the shadows. In the eyes of a cat that does not blink.