How difficult it is to be deaf to music! A masterpiece and the rowdiness of a market place are no different to you. Whenever you pass by the piano, its music cannot distinguish itself from the background sounds of daily activities. As you run your fingers along the piano keys, as you strum the steel strings of a guitar, the feel of these music instruments are both cold and foreign to you. You cannot bring these inanimate things into life, nor can you rescue them from their silent world of uselessness.

What a grim life the non musically-inclined lead! As your friends chatter about popular bands and singers, you find yourself temporarily pushed out of the clique. When majority of the school is enthusiastically supporting music concerts, you are sitting alone in your quiet home. Because music is the only art form most people appreciate, you have no faculties to impress, to inspire, and to touch the hearts of the masses. You, your dreams, your ideas, all remain trapped in a shadowed world, of which you are one of the few sentient beings.

Not exactly sure why I wrote this. Sounds poetic though, and poetry is the only thing I can 'hear', probably because its silent sounds are not heard by one's physical ears, but the ears of one's mind.