Music is, as William Shakespeare so beautifully pointed out, nourishment for the heart’s pursuits. I have grown up with a passion for music and it has left its mark on each season that my life has gone through. I have found that, as Victor Hugo says, “music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent,” or to borrow Aldous Huxley’s words, “after silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
Leo Tolstoy described music as the shorthand of emotion. I can only concur with the parallel he draws often noticing that the frustration I feel with my lack of fluency in music seems to mirror a similar chagrin with my inconsistent emotional eloguence.
One thing I have learnt through my travels is that sometimes a lack of fluency can position us to have a language wash over us – an experience that I always find incredibly refreshing. Perhaps this is what Berthold Auerbach was hinting at when he said, “Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”