“Music opens a path into the realm of silence.”
Art by Julia Kuo from The Sound of Silence by Katrina Goldsaito
Wow. This is deep, way deep! I chose to repost it here, because in my own journey through life I’ve often found music to be a realm that softens some of the harsh conditions and experiences we are presented with while in the flesh. (whether or not there is something beyond our physical existence would be subject to a different discussion, one I currently don’t have too much interest in having to be brutally blunt).
I am grateful to have always had a close, deep, most meaningful relationship with music from my earliest days on the planet. I was also given the opportunity to learn playing the guitar and piano, I’ve dabbled with other small instruments as a toddler and young boy, found my way into the local music scene later and throughout High School. Given the demise of my former career in 2007 and erosion of material existence to the very brink of homelessness a few times, I’ve since sought to rekindle the passion I once felt for (live) music and reestablish that relationship and bring it more to the center of my waking awareness again. (to small avail, though, but again… that’d be a different story).
The words in above article resonated strongly with me. (I found it on brainpickings.org and the latter through one of the several blogs on Highly Sensitive Persons, as I seem to fall into the category of such individuals living with an innately different, much more responsive and finetuned nervous systems, which can be both a gift as well as plain torture depending on the circumstances you live in. But – this will also be something that would digress us too far). As I’ve pulled out my instruments from the closet and started playing them on a more regular, near daily basis again, as I’ve started to listen to and dabble in small snippets of film score and other genres I previously hadn’t paid much attention to, I couldn’t help but wonder whether music wasn’t the most noble, most sublime of all art forms (no offense towards other artists or art forms….). And this article along with the ones quoted and linked to therein seems to corroborate what I seem to have intuitively found out. What I find interesting is the fact that music touches and moves musicians/composers and mere listeners alike at an intensity that seems to be unique to music. In particular the healing potential, most noteably in patients and elderly people suffering from dementia, Alzheimer’s or another neurodegenerative condition, seems to find its way into the medical and health/care mainstream at a progressed rate.
At any rate, I don’t mean to tell you what to make of it. Read and see for yourself if so inclined. I just found it interesting to find some thoughts and musings on music being well established in literature and philosophy from early on. Don’t miss out listening to the beautiful Bach piece, which I’ll take the liberty of resharing directly below. Enjoy!