Between The Silence

Andre Philippe Laisney
2 min readDec 29, 2022
Photo by Calvin Mano on Unsplash

There is that which is even more real than we are.

Music is the fundamental state.

Music is the greater reality, and all art is music. It flows from us, and we flow from it. It belongs to us, and we belong to it. All is vibration. All is art, and all is music. No longer do only our artists, our sorcerers, our lovers, and our mystics know, but now even our physicists have come to know that all is sound; that shapes are sounds and colors are sounds. “In the beginning…”, it is written “…was the word”, but it is not just a “word”. It is also a song. All of it is a song. The greatest reality is the song that sings the birds.

Music is the world and paints the world, composes its bones and pumps its heart. Space and time are a theatrical hall, where music twinkles little stars. Every pebble, every sense, and every word, belongs to art. All sex, all grief, all joy, all things flow, and all things are the water song.

The artist pulls the artificial beard away from god, and is it, and knows it, and shows it.

The drummer is the beat. The artist is the art. The dancer is the dance.

We are the song. We touch the song.

The song is all and all have eyes to hear it.