The Sound of Silence

 


153157136 (1) I’ve been thinking about sound lately. The digital version of The Fox’s Kettle will available through iTunes any day now and it’s coming out with audio. I did the recording and the publisher mixed in a few sound effects too: coins jangling in a silk purse, bird song, a collective gasp, some wonderful music. It was great fun!


As much as I love sound, however, I also love silence. I realized that when my computer motherboard died a month ago. It was a noisy old thing but I got used to its thrum and groan as it struggled under old age and limited capacity. Now that it’s gone, my office is blissfully quiet. And I like it that way.


Only this morning – a lovely, sunny summer morning – it’s not quiet at all. I hear the two resident hummingbirds making their unique buzz-whistle-chip sound as they dive bomb the flower border in an effort to establish territory. That’s a sound I like.  But the bullet-like rhythm of an air gun as my neighbour gets a new roof put on his house . . .  the pounding on a set of drums as the teen in the house on the other side practices . . . the frustrated bray of the beagle that lives a few houses to the south and is alone yet again?  Not so much. I have work to do; I need to concentrate. Even with the window shut  (and I don’t want to shut the window; summer will be over soon enough) the sounds are loud enough to leach through.


It’s making me cranky. If my mother-in-law were here right now she’d be able to concentrate. She’s close to deaf and doesn’t wear a hearing aide. But that means she doesn’t hear the fire alarm going off in her building (a neighbour has to bang on the door to alert her) or the hummingbirds, and she didn’t hear the pigeon fly through her bedroom window last week either. She only noticed him when he walked across the floor in front of her (thankfully heading for the open patio door). She misses a lot. I wouldn’t like that.  In fact, when I stop to think about it, there are many things I’d miss hearing if I were deaf:


Laughter


Violins


A cork popping (such a happy sound)


Fireworks


Bacon sizzling


Wind chimes


Thunder


Crickets chirping


Toast jumping


A cat purring


Typing on a keyboard


Applause


Children giggling


A New Zealand accent (such a sexy sound)


Sirens


My kids saying I love you


Corn popping


The engine of a plane


Whistling


Birdsong at dawn


Church bells


The phone


The whoosh of skis on snow


Fizzy bubbles


Dog nails clicking on the floor


A fire cracking


The symphony


A bee buzzing


Wind rustling leaves


A heartbeat


My husband’s soft breath in the middle of the night


 


After a minute or two of thinking, my crankiness dissolved. And I opened the window wider.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

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Published on August 07, 2013 10:43
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