A music that seems to come from underground

"My brother climbs the rampart and, when he reaches the top, starts to dance to a music that seems to come from underground. He dances, flailing his arms towards the sky, towards the stars, towards the full and rising moon. A thin silhouette in his long black coat, he advances along the ramparts, dancing, while I follow him below, running and shouting ..."  

- Ágota Kristóf, The Notebook