Everybody loves music. Music is everywhere. It unites the rich and the poor, young and old, indiscriminate of race and standing. But those who want music should barge willingly and with sense for adventure through the deafening whining sounds of outgrown singers and esses to reach that music. Why is it that music is banished to the background when some or other sheepish gall opens her mouth under the pretension of blessing the music with trivialities stolen from a thousand other songs.

People don't love music, they are afraid of it. Take away all vocals and fear will wield its power in their increasingly wetting eyes. They will stagger for something to hold on to, scared of the sounds raging around them, screaming for help with a cracked, manic voice. As shipwrecked individuals they search for a sampled piece of wood to keep floating. Without it, they will drown in the whirling stream of sounds that engulfs them into an eternal depth of darkness. Music is a fierce sea that can only be conquered by a raft stringed together by vocals.

Music is art and art is communication. But communication goes beyond I love you so, I do ho ho. Language is bombarded as the most direct form of communication, but it is equally the most plain form of communication. It is fabricated to transport little packet of information A as quickly, neatly and correctly as possible to person B. Verbal communication is made to seduce reason, not to spend a passionate night with feeling.

Contrary to popular believe, abstraction doesn't decrease communication, it just deforms the message. When a musician tries to communicate with a listener there's a small chance that anything meaningful will be communicated between the two. Luckily this doesn't take away from the experience of the listener. It is reminiscent of the game where a sentence is whispered around a big crowd. The result doesn't resemble the original sentence in the slightest but is often a whole lot more interesting.

Abstraction feeds its message directly to people, it plays on feeling without having to pass reason. Music doesn't get processed, but it is felt. It forms a direct link with your innermost being and intrudes the darkness that can't be accessed by your own self. The result might be unpredictable but most definitely a lot more intense than premeditated communication.

It is also a lot harder to repeat abstraction. People can sing along to the wheezing voices on the radio and happily continue doing so even if the radio breaks down. They can still do this with an easy to whistle melody if needed, but anything remotely more difficult becomes impossible. Abstraction needs to be consumed at the very moment. It has to be enjoyed now and it will leave you begging for more later. It's a mental picture that leaves behind steaming passion. It is like the woman waiting for you with the kind of hug that is irreplaceable. It's the reason why you go home every evening instead of trying to find pleasure with an air-filled substitute bearing little resemblance to the original.

But people love music and continue singing without a trace of shame. If possible, in an understandable language with the lyrics next to them to take it all in as good as possible. And thus they adequately put up a screen in front of themselves so they don't have to be afraid of being completely overwhelmed. People are scared of what they do not understand and flee in the safe boredom of the known.

Abstraction is king in the land of the mute. So maybe it's better not to talk about it anymore.