It just occurred to me there is a rough analogy to music here. I'm one of those people who turn off the sound of their computer because I hate to go on to a website and find music imposed on me when I'm trying to read or view graphics. Yet when I am writing, I often want mustic. Have you ever typed to ragtime? You can't type slow to Scott Joplin. Would I expect anyone to read to ragtime? No. Sometimes it is folk music (Smothers Brothers; Peter, Paul and Mary; Limelighters). Sometimes it is soft rock. I wrote one story by playing Cindy Lauper's "Time after Time" over and over again. I played it so often that my dogs left the room. Same with Steve Winwood's "Don't You Know What The Night Can Do?" I've typed to opera too. Depends on what it is. Some music is best left without words. Some words don't need music beyond their own sound. Some times the blend of music and words is a perfect match, and one enhances the other. I'm trying to imagine one of my stories read to music and, I must admit, I don't see that improving either. And, yet, if the perfect piece of music was spun out of the thread of my words, would I want music with the words? And, again, I say I'm open to the idea. Because to say "no" automatically is to automatically limit the possibilities. And I don't think that's what writing is about. Lovin' this topic. Good response, Jon. You are, as ever, a thoughtful, participant.