for it was here , at piers end , as melodys eyes were closed , as she listened very intently , unable to believe , to bring herself to believe , but believe she must , for there it was , coming from the violin , from the luminous spirit of the girl next to her , there it was she knew with the very first note that sounded from yaekos violin , she knew without the intermediary of language , directly , immediately , as one knows ones own heartbeat , she knew with an intense joy bordering on physical agony that what resided deepest in yaekos heartwas melody herself .