I hear myself in the sound of heavy rain falling, and I feel my center self in my cat’s purring.
Unfortunately, I’m not musically inclined, so the musicality of something goes over my head. I listen for (and often dance to) the lyrics.
I like the sound of my soul inside the voices of characters i read in books, too.
I’ve heard that silence sounds “alive,” but I have no clue what that sounds like. I’m more accustomed to the gentle whirring of whispers and thoughts of my delusional, constant company of companions that slide in and out of my head.