In the beginning, there was silence. And out of the silence came the sound. The sound is not here.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The silence was part of the story I wanted to tell.
I don't know what silence sounds like anymore.
There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.
It was still quiet in the house, and not a sound was heard from outside, either. Were it not for this silence, my reverie would probably have been disrupted by reminders of daily duties, of getting up and going to school.
It starts with a single sound. If there's something in that sound, then it's worth continuing.
Music is the silence between the notes.
Sound comes out of a life experience.
A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.
In the beginning, there was noise. Noise begat rhythm, and rhythm begat everything else.
When I was a little boy, there was no sound in the movies.