Since birth, we are surrounded by the music of our lives.

In our first years, the sounds are new and wonderful.

Loud and soft, beautiful and dissonant, they color our thoughts and our desires.

Even when we overlook them, they are ever-present in even the quietest moments.

Never do we give a second thought to the quiet, ever-present hums, creaks, whispers.

Can we ever hear the absence of sound?

Encompassed in death's cloak, we finally- mercifully- hear it. Silence.