Sensitive

This morning, the boys were playing and I was feeding Tyler on the couch. AJ came out and was playing with his cars for about 15 minutes, and during that time, I heard Owen turn on some music in their bedroom. It's a bedtime music, a panflute or some other equally airy and (hopefully) sleep-inducing peaceful music. It's slow, melancholy, and calming.
After I fed Tyler, I came into the bedroom to see what Owen was doing in there and he was sitting on his bed with his eyes full of tears and a single silent tear running down his cheek.

"Baby, what's the matter?" I asked him as I crawled into his bunkbed with him.
He sniffed and didn't reply.
I rubbed his back and gently questioned him.
"Are you sad because AJ isn't playing with you?"
He shakes his head no.
"Are you hurt?"
No again.
"Can you tell me why you're crying?"
He points to the stereo.
"You want some different music?"
Shakes his head no.
I'm baffled. "You like this music?"
Shakes his head yes.
"Does this music make you feel sad inside?"
Shakes his head yes.
"You want to keep listening to it?"
yes again.
"Can I listen with you?"
Yes again.

So we laid in bed and listened to the sad panflute music. And when the next song was over and the mood of the music became more light and "happy", he wiped the tears off his face and said, "i'm all better now" and hopped off the bed to play.

What a heart breaker.