Jason Lawrence Bell
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01-01-19 Between the Notes

01/01/19         PUSH ARROW TO BEGIN AUDIO

‘Space between the notes is silence’, was the first thought of young mandolin player who just finished writing his first song. He sat back and replayed the crude recording from his small recorder of his new composition. He was proud of the music, but also became fixated with how much silence stood between the notes. He thought that if the silence was removed, the song would become a mess of jumbled notes that lost their appeal. To him the notes swam in a soup of silence. Where the silence represented the canvas that he decorated with notes.

There were many styles of music and many different instruments to play. They sounded to the human ear as unique and varied from each other. But they all had silence in common. Silence was the vital ingredient that held the melodies together. The sound of nothingness that was always the same and never changed and gave notes the forum to impress.

All these thoughts rolled through the musician’s mind. He looked around his room and he realized that light illuminated the objects in his room, but that light was invisible. Also, the air in the room, which filled all the empty space and delivered smells and temperatures, was unseen. So much of his world was surrounded by invisible vital elements. The musician’s mind was reeling from realizations. It occurred to him that while he was deep in thought, silence filled his room and beckoned him. It softly encouraged him to create more sounds to dance with the silence. Peace.***