Where words cease, there music begins.
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
Having to talk destroys the symphony of silence.
Music is the cup which holds the wine of silence.
I did miss the music a bit - but only in the wings, when I was waiting to go on. It seemed dreadfully quiet, rather unnerving. But the wonderful thing was that one didn't have to be quite so obsessive about one's health, and one's voice.
If you don't have music, you have silence. There is power in both.
If you like music you like silence actually.
I missed Rosaleen's snoring the way you'd miss the sound of the ocean waves after you've gotten used to sleeping with them. I didn't realize how it had comforted me. Quiteness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums.
