The Picture Painted on Silence

Music--one most powerful force in my life.  I am moved by it unexplainably.  Is it the dissonance in the chords and their resolution that stirs me?  Is it the dynamics?  The climactic, inspiring moment?  The moving changing phrases?  A combination of the aforementioned that arouses my senses?  The latter I believe to be so.  Music is conceived not by a single mouth, horn, string, key, or bell but an entire, full masterpiece is crafted with no one part left out.  All pieces contribute and mold to make the beauty that is to grace its audience’s ears, stir inside them emotion, set the mood, change an atmosphere, or transport them to a far off place-- be that place present, past, or imagined. 

            Music is part of my life.  I feel so attached to it and have for as long as I can remember.  When my ears are fed music I feel as though I physiologically respond to it:  The phrase begins to crescendo, my heart beats faster; a dissonant chord resolves, my body relaxes; a heavenly harmony sounds and my eyes close; my blood pumps in sync with the rhythm.  

            Not only body but mind reacts to this auditory stimulation.  My head reels at the sound of a sweet violin, or a dark cello.  I am inspired at the sound of a strong horn or the intensity of an organ.  My heart sighs at the soft exhale of woodwinds.  I am, body and mind, consumed by the irresistible poetry of the air.

            On many days of this past semester I would spend endless hours at studying in the library.  It was there the sweet sounds of orchestral works, or award winning soundtracks would accompany me as I worked.  Too often would I find myself having to stop and simply close my eyes at the absolute delight of a specific song.  Certain songs cannot simply be listened to, they must be experienced.  In the library, I would, when I heard an especially affecting song, close my eyes and break from my work to bask in the heavenly art embodied in that tune. 

 Music is such a gift.  I know it to be a divine one for how could something so beautiful and pure not stem from a higher power?  The talent of nor passion for producing it is universal.  Only a select few of the greats conceive such works as can be compared to perfection.  And though not all attain this passion or talent all who seek it out may equally enjoy as the musicians paint their picture on the silence.

 

“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”  ~Victor Hugo 

 

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