#96

As I sat here listening to the piano whispering into my ears, I felt…detached from the cacophony of sound around me. Like the only bit of silence amongst this world of notes. A little node of silence amidst a sea of sound. I liked the feeling. Perhaps some people feel it strange that someone would no longer want to play his harmony, to sound his particular note against such a massive background of sounds. But really, it’s so noisy here. There’s this and there’s that and everything becomes a blur, everything is such a mud of other things and of this and that. Perhaps life as it is is far more complicated than we’re built to operate effectively in. Perhaps there’s just too much going on. Maybe we need a little more silence.

It’s strange, too, that so many people are bothered by silence. Silence, in it’s own little way, suggests many things that people would rather not think about. I don’t undertand why not, though, myself. I’m comfortable with such things.