J'entends

I dreamt I was losing my vision. With strained eyes I tried to read the words, but they were a blur. And this, all while mindfully perceiving the silence abound.

This should have been to me a nightmare, as vision was regarded to be the most critical of all my senses. But in the dream, I was quite unperturbed about the blurring eyesight. I should have waken up in cold sweat. Why did this dream not bother me?

The answer was had one late night in Messiaen, as the music faded into the deadening silence in the last movement of Quatuor pour la fin du temps. With the growing sense of distance between the world and the eyes with which I perceive this world, only music still finds a way to the very core of my being. The dream was merely a reflection of my rearranged priorities.