The Silent Sound of the Music of Life

In the beginning there was silence.
But how often am I silent?

I HAVE to have the sound of music in my life.
It helps me relax.
It helps me think.
It helps me concentrate.
It helps me observe life in all it’s forms.

Classical music is my backdrop like a canvas.
My mother’s influence.
I grew up listening to the tinkling keys of Emil Giles playing Rachmaninov.
Issac Stern playing Bruch’s violin concerto.
Elgar and Grieg on Sunday mornings.

Fast forward to my teens. The usual 50s sounds and memories.
Elvis, Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, The Everly Brothers and Paul Anka.
I can still hear them in the silence of my mind.
Voices from my past years that have faded away.
Now just memories.

And the 50s crooners.
The father of them all. Frank Sinatra.
Easy listening it is called today or The American Song Book.
TV had become the norm.
Watching AND listening to
Nat King Cole, Tony Bennett, Johnny Mathis and Perry Como at Xmas.

Next my switch to Modern Jazz.
Alone in my bedroom
Listening intently and taping recordings off the radio.
Beginning with Brubeck’s ‘Take Five’ I became more knowledgeable.
Monk, Bill Evans, Mulligan and my favourite Chet Baker.

But then jazz was abandoned.
Bossa Nova flooded into my life with Jobim and I was enchanted for the rest of my life.
I HAD to go to Brazil.
No silence there.

Decades later the lure of lush tropical vegetation and the Bolero ‘Feeling’ sounds enticed me.
I HAD to go to Cuba.
No silence there.

I equate silence with peace.
The peace I have never found.
I found it hard to be still,
To meditate
To BE.
I tried in the 70s and 80s
But abandoned today.
Been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt.

I have dipped in and out of paths of Life.
Into the unknown
But always back into reality

Music in all it’s forms has been MY key
I have never thrown the key to its mystery away.

Long live the music of Life!

Written in a Sufi writing class at The Brighton Friends Centre on 11 May 2019.