Reflexions from the Cathedral

The dull sound from the belfry scarcely reaches the interior of the Cathedral. The strokes sound rather unreal.
I notice that this time just one stroke was heard, consequently there's just half an hour left before the guardian will return and let me out into the noisy real world of Salamanca.
What am I doing here, alone in the old romance cathedral? Or almost alone. The earthly remains of several great Spanish musicians lie buried here underneath the stone floor where I'm sitting; Francisco Salinas, Juan del Encina and several others I do not know the names of.