Bluesman
A musical note…any musical note from any instrument…exists only as a wave of sound. It is ephemeral, without physical substance, temporary. It is created, let loose upon the world, is (or is not) heard, then disspates. And though you may transcribe the notes on paper or record the sound waves mechanically, the pure musical sound of that one note only lasts as long as it lasts, then is gone forever.
Music is the sound that leaves the trumpet and finds it way into your ear, and from your ear to your heart. Though you cannot reach out and touch music, it has the power to touch you. It can shake your bones, it can rattle your teeth, it can hurt your ears, it can break your heart. It can, it really can, it can break your heart and pierce your spirit and move you like no other force in the world.
And then it’s gone. No, that’s not true; a sound is never truly gone. It simply loses its shape and form, it simply merges and melds with all the other sounds that exist and all the other sounds that ever existed. And there is beauty in that as well.
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