“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
Aldous Leonard Huxley
Born: July 26, 1894 Died: November 22, 1963
English novelist, poet, and editor of magazine: Oxford Poetry
Best known for his science fiction novel Brave New World
“Music is my Silence” By: C-VERSE
The precious gift of silence, being so scarce a commodity, the small doses we are fortunate enough to stumble upon should be treasured as such. In these rare jewels of silence we hear all the things that have never been said, in most cases seeming to be in another language. We say everything when we say nothing. The unknown and indescribable emerges from the still quiet like a flower from the murky depths and in this action a sort of enlightenment falls upon us.
Music is my silence. Only in the midst of silence do we hear even the most obvious of truths, the poetry of it all. A poem heard in silence wiggles its way to the inner most depths of our consciousness and hits every chord it was intended to strike in its creation. It weaves a delicate and intricate image inside of our minds taking us somewhere we have never seen before. If a picture is worth a thousand words then it must be said that poetry and music are filled with more pearls than there are in the vastness of the ocean.
Within the immense universe of music, only in the uncompromised and purest forms, every chord struck streams an echo straight into our souls without the dimmest touch of reservation. The unyielding and undeniable understanding reached within the most modest of tunes hands to us all, without discrimination, the ability to clearly decipher and comprehend the distinct messages sealed within. Being one of the few great beauties left in this world, our precious music is one of the greatest gifts that we can treasure for the entirety of our lifespan to keep safely tucked away among the tapestries inside the mind.
~C
A beautifully written poem on this subject. It's like you took Huxley's quote and expanded on it times ten.
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