Publisher's Synopsis
Talk of music is not available to it for which he alone is the most appropriate complete expression of the senses and thoughts.
Literary discourse on music ought to seem out of place and unnecessary and to each the reader for whom music has a living sound.
But when in our musical environment the musical reality of sound loses its vitality and disintegrates into atoms, one subconsciously feels the urge to break the silence about music so worthy and sacred to every musician.
I am driven to this by the familiar feeling one experiences, when, on a quiet starry night, cut off from the worries of the day, he suddenly finds himself face to face with the universe and silitsya understand then, what governs its endless complexity, seeking the invisible connection of separate worlds, which will harmonize them in one whole ... Another thing that drives me to this is the feeling of a person when he, having remained alone with by ourselves thyself experienced -ku the individuality of how dungeons are, from which he seeks ways to another man, - feeling, which without a doubt formed human language and opened topics we access to each other. In a word, this effort itself is naive and primary. But precisely because it's naive and mainstream, it shouldn't seem as strange, like the urge that prompted me to pick up the pen. Unity that surrounds the world can not help but think of us without a care from to go, how will we hers is also not called. The consistency of the world, around us, the unity that we think presupposes it. And if the desire for it governs the world, and it also gives man the gift of language, so help this aspiration and in my very attract the need to speak of the unspoken ...
It's impossible to talk about music. He himself spoke and spoke then, when words fell silent. It helps a person to more accurately convey what he is contemplating ... He speaks for himself. He has his own language. This extraordinary gift of "language" is opened in man, when he more keenly feels his solitude, the more he experiences an unstoppable attraction to the other for someone. (- ten -)
But if it is impossible and unnecessary to talk about the music itself or try to convey then innumerable words, about which only he is one and possible to tell then this does not mean at all that the "language" of music itself cannot be defined and, in fact, has long been certain elements . If these elements are not defined, then we will not be sure of the great history of music, how art.
Yes, at the beginning of the song. The song of this man in his simplicity, of course, did not think about the choice of elements, he did not create them, expressionless affected. But the song is still formed, that is, consistent from the individual voice, becomes an element.
But the song about the unspeakable man was not one. He is very interested in sharing your song with other people. He hadn't considered it at all, didn't want to call this a song just for himself. In his humanity, he considers the unspeakable in other souls and tries to agree on the unspeakable reflection in these souls with his reflection in his own. He is sought not in the self of many reflections and not in their diversity, but in order to harmonize this many and this diversity into one whole, he strives only for the unspeakable truth. And because she did not break the desire for him, so far as she was to him and approachable.
In this way of general aspirations, this sphere of unspeakable truth formed musical "language". His elements are not in need of permitting insofar as they (every in separate and in his relation subject to the human spirit) express the same centralization and consistency in his striving for unity and simplicity .
