Music of the Night

Simon woke up to the song of peace. Soothing, eternal peace flowing through his body. The song was not composed of sound but of something which no human would be able to explain. Opening his eyes, he noticed that it dusk with very little light filtering through the trees. As his vision adjusted he saw that he was staring at a shabily dressed, long haired horribly ugly man scattered his thoughts to the point where he would have screamed. Instead he found he could not utter a noise. He could hear no other sound besides the singing. Simon noticed the ugly man staring at him with concern.
"Do not be afraid, Simon, you are safe."
He heard the man speak but did not see his lips move and hundreds of thoughts rushed through his mind.
"Where am I."-"Whats with the music?" "I'm not afraid. Why aren't your lips moving? How do I hear you? Why are you holding me and who the hell are-"
"Calm yourself and your thoughts! I am Velaho and I stand in the presence of God. The music you are hearing are psalms and praises being sung to our LORD. This forest is a stronghold, an island in the sky, a sanctuary for souls who are in need of rest. I am holding you because your soul has been separated from your body and it would be dangerous for me to let go."
"Am I dreaming, what does thig guy mean by my body being separated from my body. Island, stronghold? This sounds familiar, he's saying almost the exacts same things Gabriel said to Mary. What the-"
"Calm yourself! Your thoughts are your words. Everything you think I hear."
Looking at Velaho this time, Simon said as if he were shrugging.
"Oh well, if I'm dreaming, I might as well play along. Sir Velaho what is thy command?
Velaho gave an exhasperated look to Emerlo and Breck both who were invisible to Simon. Breck had heard enough of the boys dubiety. A bright flash and he was clothed in white armour with shield in one hand and fire in the other. Simon gaped and was suddenly humbled. His mind rambled frantically.
"I am the LORD's servant. I will be silent. Dear God please forgive me. I will not doubt your messengers again."
A blur of colors and pitch black again. Simon opened his eyes to a hospital room. Joyous cries sounded around him as he opened his eyes. Familiar faces, family faces, a doctor smiling. A whisper in his ear.
"We are here and we stand in the presence of God."