On Listening
Music exists only when heard. Until then it is potential -- ink on a page, grooves in vinyl, voltage in a wire. The listener completes the work. To approach a piece of music is to enter a pact with the composer across decades or centuries: I will sit, I will be still, I will let this happen to me. The promise is small and total.
The first act of any quest is the act of attention. Before discovery, silence. Before silence, the willingness to let the world fall away.