We have been sitting once in a small group in the absoulte silence of the Mesr desert in Iran. It was full moon and the dunes and hills around looked in that silverlight like landscapes of the moon itself.
It´s been a while that none of us had spoken or moved. It felt to me as if the time stopped and i could clearly hear the silence. It was a deep wobbling bass sound, that started at dawn and now it was heavy and black like a thick blanket lying on my shoulders. The interesting thing is that as soon somebody spoke or played music, it was gone. You even didn´t feel the weight of the darkness anymore!
Anyway, everybody obviously listened to this deep silence, as we suddenly heard a single yet clearly resonating tone of my Guitalele buzzing and immadiatley fading away. The more irritating thing was, that it was lying a few meters aways and nobody could have touched or moved it unintentionally!
At the end it was one of this little desert-flies sitting on one of the strings and as it flew away, it „played“ this fine, though percievable tone…
Without the silence around, we could have never experience this. Silence is not just the absence of sound. It’s not just the lack of noise. Silence has its own beauty and its own power. Silence has the power to change us and to change the world around us.
„There is no music, without silence…“
