Beauty in the music, did you scatter yourself to unknown places? Are you hiding underneath the sound? Ears too insensitive cannot hear you anymore. Your undiscovered prominence is fading along with your charm.
Judgments are rising from your obscurity. They say you disappeared, but we know that you are there somewhere. All of your sincerity is being ridiculed, and now being called noise.
We know that the more sensitive we become, the better we can hear your beauty. We can begin to connect our feelings with that of the composer’s and empathize with his intentions. Then we can submit to its power.
Those who can’t feel it are the ones who form judgments against you, unfair as it may seem. Because they can’t understand you, they blaspheme your sacred beauty, that sanctuary within you, and call it noise.
That is the path that popularity chooses to follow; what requires no effort to understand it.