896. Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo

Music by itself carries us beyond
words and thoughts into the realm of feeling.
~Jane E. Vennard

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It has been officially autumn for a couple of weeks now, but the temperature and unchanging leaves tell a different story. Theirs is a tale of summer, a summer not yet wanting to relinquish its throne. While begrudging that fact as I sat in a church meeting yesterday, a man quietly entered the room, sat down at a piano behind me, started playing a familiar tune, and as if by magic changed everything for the better. For almost immediately after he began playing, autumn’s glory flowed down his arms and oozed from his fingertips onto the piano’s keys. As he played on, the tinkling sounds of the musical notes emulated more and more the spectacle of autumn’s falling leaves. Enthralled I turned so I could watch him play and noticed he was not reading sheet music. Instead he was playing solely from memory and out of his heart. Thus as Vennard suggests, music  does remove the limitations of words and speaks to us of things bigger and grander than the mere scope of language can, so much so that it is indeed able to carry us into and from the “realm of feeling.” Not only that but when we quiet our bodies and minds and listen carefully, we are also able to discern, in the silence of music’s pauses, the holy footfalls of Yahweh’s abiding Presence in Creation.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth, burst into jubilant song music. ~Psalm 98:4  ✝

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24 thoughts on “896. Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo

  1. I am in awe of musicians, Natalie. They truly lift our spirits up. I felt the weariness of your body and knew exactly how you felt as you sat down. Then, also know it can be a church choir, an organ, a song on the radio. . . These can move you and re-energize us!
    Your Victor Hugo quote and Bible passage about shouting and praising God through our songs and dance for joy were perfect, dear. Have a wonderful weekend!

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  2. it is amazing as to what triggers our senses and brings such wonders to our heart–be it scent, sound, sight, taste or touch—I can catch the snippets of a song or melody and be immediately transported to wherever it was that I fist heard such–as sweet memories wrap me in their arms—small blessings that stir powerful emotions—“make a joyful noise unto the Lord”—and that’s pretty much the extent of my musical abilities–noise—maybe out of tune or off key, but always joyful 🙂

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    • You are so right. It is amazing what triggers our senses and delights our hearts. Oh I too love making a joyful noise unto the Lord even out in my garden, but seldom if ever am I in tune or on the right key. Gladly, I don’t think the Lord cares about that. Love’n hugs, N 🙂 ❤


  3. Summer refusing to accept Autumn makes me think of aging…esp. as a woman, it’s difficult to let go of our diminishing youth. We hang onto
    summer with all our might. But Autumn eventually arrives….praise God for sweet music that lifts our spirits and helps us to rest in him, wrinkles and all!

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    • Interesting thought. However I think I can much more easily let go summer than my age. I’m not wild about aging, but as long as I still feel like the same person inside, I can learn to accept it most of the time. It helps not to look too often in mirrors though. Yes, praise the Lord for music “that lifts our spirits and helps us to rest in Him, wrinkles and all!” I love that line my friend. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤


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