The music stopped

“I called to Him, and Christ came to me there in the small, white tiled bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub, his white robe bunched up in his lap, his bare feet pressed into the worn tile floor. “Yes?” he said, and He leaned in toward me, listening.
“Where is Roy? When are you going to let him come back?”
Christ stood up. He wavered a moment on the tile floor. He touched the ends of His sleeves, stared at His feet, and left. Without a word, He walked out through the wall next to the bathroom mirror. I watched His robe trail behind Him.
God was gone. It felt like somebody had suddenly taken the needle off the record, and for the first time, the music I had heard my whole life, the music that was all around us, just stopped. I had never heard such silence. I rubbed my ears for a moment. I thought that perhaps I had gotten something stuck in them, some water from the shower. I hopped on one foot and shook my head back and forth. But there was nothing.”

-Name All The Animals