What Is A Note?
What is a note, if not played with other notes?
What is a note, if only played solitarily?
What is a note, if not played in harmony with other notes?
What is a note, if it never knows the joy of melody?
What is a note, if it never dances counterpoint?
What is a life, if it knows but itself and lives only to itself?
We have bartered away symphony for cacophony.
Melodious harmony for noise.
Beauty for the hideous.
Uplifted hearts for baseness.
Intelligible speech for chaotic utterance.
Purity for debauchery.
We desecrate and are desecrated.
We tear down and are torn down.
We are ashamed of the modest and we exalt the coarse.
We offer our children to the gods of economics and hedonism.
We drink from polluted wells and streams.
Parasites live among us and within us – eating our souls.
Robert L. Withers