Don’t you just wake up some days and think Boy, I am not in the mood for talking with anybody for a month”….? Well, it happens to me quite often recently. I seem to have zero patience for all the trivial and thousand times spoken words and I long for a piece of paper and a pencil.
I would prefer writing or sketching or sometimes not even that. A musical piece can give the exact mood and message we want to convey. Alas, what kind of souls would agree to play this game of echoing silence?