Someone can say: "There is no sound in space. Life in space is cursed with suffocating silence on every step." I beg you a pardon!
Yes the fact that sound don't spread in vacuum is something that cannot be denied. But, we can bypass that limitation by different medium. One thing, is to hear you own body, like that famous (ba-dum) of your heart, or funny noises from your other organs. Or hum of machinery, when its part of the can that surround you like a space ship. Or when you touching some kind of vehicle or similar and you feel the purr.
But its completely different topic, when you driving through the solar system on a space bike, wearing a full body space suit. You stop on some rock in middle of (road) to take a rest from travel. You get down from your horse, to sit on ground, (or what ever you call it). Then resting your back on the bike, you will pick up a guitar to play a song or two.
A normal guitar will not be for any use. But what if you use an electric one? It use electro-magnets to create electric signal, that is lead to music box, which translate it into a sound.Add to the planing wireless connection, computer or two and you can make music everywhere. But what if the guitar is a (musical boom box) on its self? Then, you are not just rider on bike, but rider on a vinyl plates/ (music disks) too, a DJ. Heck put it on a transmitter and you are a radio station, that others travelers can to tune in. Get good at it, and you can get right to establish your own stable channel.
So imagine; you stop by nice spot on asteroid belts that floating around Saturn, like if it was a rock pouring out from lake surface on some planet. Siting there and playing blues, chilling in middle of space serenity.
But, there is more; turn on you helmet visor advanced function to see the invisible. Like an electron magnetic waves, and now you can literally see the music you making. Turn on computer algorithm on computer data synthesizer, to translating your surroundings vibe of invisible radiation and waves into understandable ambiance music, and now you can hear even a colors.
Now get into a full space opera mode, letting camera drone to fly around, and recording the colorful visual show; while you chilling and at same time go pro musician. Nope, put a really good vibes on it, diving into a synergy of a rhythm and soon you can imagine; that you are part of a space band of imaginary musicians, who plays next to you. All that in the biggest theater in astrological scene you can afford a ticket for, and your audience is the entire planet in front of you.
If using your art, you manage to reach out; the people down on planets, or above them (on space stations, ships or during space walk); who will saw/watch this clip wort to be called a pro music video, will think that you had a concert among the stars.
Now, what if some space marine life got attracted to you play? Like if traveling pair of space whales, out of curiosity make a detour toward the Saturn's rings to listen to you song? Elegantly moving on far background sky?... Or group of space dolphins playing in asteroid field as if it was a lake, come to say hello to they favorite musician. Or a space fire bird, to close resembling a phoenix, having a race with an ice comet, both dragging behind themselves a long colorful tail. Or… (Yep! That's a dragon over there… and there is no way he dint saw us.)
Anyway, we don't need to have any of those fancy gadgets, when we can just humming a tune and let our imagination to go wild. But, we are so used to have a gray sound or white sound around us like an ambiance walls that shall protect us from be overwhelmed by rest of noises; that without it, any input is multiplied by (formula of life). That's why, we are to used to have a speakers tuned to our favorite radio with a high portion of its time dedicated to music alone. (Well, if you are not your own DJ, shafting sound tracks.Or you have one of those DJ to be your vinyl rider.)
Yet every dream has its end, or a finishing touch. Like the one when you cant rest on this rock forever. At one point, its a time to put away the guitar, call back the drone, and settle up on you space horse. After giving this resting place a last glance, you press on acceleration controller and roaring space bike rose up in take off. (Maybe leaving behind a lot of fairy particles or asteroid dust.)
And after you leave, silence of serenity once again taking its rightful spot on this place, awaiting another chapter in space opera and-or another space blues musician or dreamer, with an open arms.