Some people think of music as delicate thoughts that an artist can turn into beautiful sounds. Others can only see the mathematical pattern playing over and over again. You prefer to think of music as life; necessary, but also enjoyable. Like eating and sleeping, you often forget about it because it’s so...routine. Others don’t always understand what you mean, though. You may be sitting in class and suddenly you’ll feel the need to point out how lovely the music is today, but they will just give you a funny look because they don’t hear the music. They hear the sound of pencils brushing against paper and the click of your teachers high heels on the linoleum.
“What music?” they ask, and you realize that they don’t hear the steady beat of thirty pencils and two heels. With the tick tock of the clock and the swooshing sound of rustling papers. To you, it’s a symphony of zippers, writing, and paper. You shake your head and smile because they will never hear the harmony of life.