A Singer Of Songs posted a new, short song. But it comes with a nice, long story…
The water seemed to be as pure as water can be. The sun sparkled, the deep blue sky reflected on the quiet ripples of the sea, no more than five people lying on the white sand of the tiny beach. All this to say the situation looked pretty innocent in the least. Little did I know hundreds of little creatures were hiding under the perfect surface. Waiting for an ear in which to build their new home. Unaware, I dove into the water. Unknowingly offering them my ears.
It’s been a year since I’ve had ear trouble. The little buggers are easier to get than to get rid of. So I finally went to the doctor and he gave me some more antibiotics and when I told him about how the world has been muffled since the infection, he smiled. He told me many people are unaware of how bad their hearing is. Of the fact that they sometimes only hear 70 or 80 per cent of the world. I was lucky, he said: at least I was aware. He then handed me the prescription to kill the bacteria with and silently waved me out of his office.
A couple of days have past since and I can almost hear the little buggers fight and lose their battle. But I can’t seem to get rid of the doctor’s words. How much have I been hearing of the world this whole time? How many wonderful or terrible things have gone unnoticed only because I listened to my Nirvana albums way too loud when I was fifteen? How many songs have I listened to and ignored because I only heard the 70% mediocrity and not the 30% genius? Maybe the trees rustle way louder than they seem to? Maybe bees and birds are far noisier than they seem? Maybe I’ve missed out on the words that would have made the difference? Maybe my favorite silence wasn’t a real silence? Just to say all this has made me a little paranoid and confused.
Maybe that’s why a very small song popped out when I played my guitar. What’s the use of writing epic songs if almost half of it will be turned into silence anyway? And isn’t there enough noise already? Isn’t that the main reason why we are all stone deaf? That life is just too loud? So I turned every volume knob on my mixing table down and recorded a really short and quiet one.
If you can’t hear it, I guess it’s time to pay the doctor a visit.