music the life of so many, yet so many hate noise
in the silence of the darkness. there is a noise, a noise that i can't grasp. for i don't know what it is, i don't know where its coming from, a rhythmatic silence. a harmonic balence in the rift of time. for i do not know what it is, i don't know of what could create such a tranquil sound. full of decite and lies. full of anger and hatred for others. yet so calming and so soothing. the intelligent sound of the harmonic strings in the backround. the deepth of the sound, the richness of the high pitch ringing. for all of is just noise, a noise that is intolerable yet so demanding and so desired. is this what we call music?