silent music

by walterdoege

love presents itself somehow as a silent piece, a silent peace, a silent joy, a silente music piece…I sit down in front of my acoustic piano…open the dashborad…and softly touched seven keyborad notes beginning from central C…(C is also known as dó)…so, dó, ré, mi, fa, sol, la, mi and stoped, not touching the octave C…but I don’t  make pressure with my fingers in any note…silently I played this little music performance…no sound…only silence…It’s very hard, I must write impossible, to listen to the silence…even when I tried so many times I could not listen to the silence…one can say that in a professional musical studio with perfect acoustic protection from any sound, even so I could not really listen the silence, I listened to myself…my thoughts…my sentiments…my emotions…and any movement I did was listened and noticed…after sit down in front of my acoustic piano I wanted to play silence…not silently, but play the silence…I stand for near one hour…I listened the birds singing…the wind singing…some sounds from the city…sounds from nighbourhood…some musics on my soul…but I played no note…I stayed in this state, so, I closed the piano dashborad…then, I walked for some minutes, and returned, sit down and opened the piano dashborad…and softly played note after note…eight notes till the next dó..one time only…very softly my fingers touched each note…so, I closed the piano dashboard…I could listen some silence, but not the silence…perhaps from one note to the other there’s exist silence…silence itself can not be listened, and what is listened is one self inner world…silence does exist, I guess, and is the realm of music and art…but silence itself can not be listened…I am not writing about some idiomatic expression of the word silence like when I ccall for someone in a phone and ot was not possible to talk, or when I send an email for someone and do not receive a reply message…silence resembles the real…silence resembles love, but love is a joyful and ringing and loudly event…at night I sit down in front of my acoustic piano and played ‘solitude’, a beautiful and lovely song of D. Ellington…I stayed improvising for long time…I stopped and listened E. Presley in Hawaii show, perhaps the most significant show for me ‘Lord, now you gave a mountain’…and do a trial to listen the B. Dylan whistle love…from tempest…and after I make a supermarket shopping flanêrie…releasing me, releasing all people I love…at shopping I feel me more secure…streets are dangerous for me…another architecture is growing up and the builts are builded with bricks of help and joy…the shopping was sparkling lightful and families and children were playing and I enjoyed to stay with them…at some point I listened the silence…silence is the title of a music, but for a while I guess I listened the silence…when I watch the children feeling joy, and me too…four minutes and thirty three seconds, the J. Cage legacy…but I listened the joyful and happy sentiment that silence is love