The Songs of Eagles

“They soar with the wind; then go on a death-defying binge.
They sit high up to watch; what to others is a swatch.
They reach their talons to grab; a fish that is there to stab.
They return to feed the chicks; waiting in a nest, as strong as bricks.
Freedom shall ring; with every song that they sing.”

–Richard Milleville


Imagine a world without music, the song of silence; it would be a strong wailing song. The sheer blackness of it would drive us mad, perhaps it would be riddled with ripples from waves of major and minor notes trying to break free. It could be compared to the colliding from the granite on earth and the basalt of the sea.

This process brings a strong odor at the physical site. In short, a world without music would stink.