Title: On the Edge of Silence Topic: statements from the viewpoint of people who live in a society lacking general appreciation Disclaimer: OC, but Lucas and Watson's characters may be mentioned Notes: this is not exactly spell-binding events, it's confessions from a different point of view. Why? If a musician has nothing but music, would he (or she) have a soul? If a musician has music but a galaxy doesn't, what now? Does the galaxy possess a psyche? Never mind. If the world has no music, than what's the point of musicians? The kind that doesn't flirt with business and stakes and pubs. What of the ones who don't make sounds? The ones who make music out of vibrations that anyone could make? What of the ones that are different? The same fate as the others, only far worse. These people can fail all they want. With little more than rebuke. With so little praise that the slightest compliment is joy beyond joy. Some have failed their fill of failure. Failure might even stop hurting. Music. A complication of the most regular background noise. An art evolved from an angry bartender's wails. A way to feel something in way so extremely available. It's possible. But in a world of no music, there is no music. That is known. There are sounds and entertainment. Danger and cash. If the world would only expand. Beyond fake wind. Beyond all that technology may be a realm of art. But not for those who can't reach it. Even though the world isn't deaf. They aren't deaf. But they won't listen. Some do. But only some. Some and no more. They aren't deaf. But few will listen. So let them laugh at the silence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OK, that was 'angsty-er' than I've ever gotten.