Have you considered how often we take the senses for granted? Granted, we could possible function happily without smell and taste, but what of sight, touch and sound? Touch would be terrible to lose; sight would be devastating to lose, but sound would be maddening. 

Life without sound: No humming, whirring, or droning of the city. No chirping, babbling, or buzzing of the woods. No music. I could not maintain my sanity. Born without hearing is one thing, but to have it and lose it? I would not recover. 

Music is undeniably intrinsic to our manifold expression of self. It is something that transcends existence; that communicates a grand truth that brings us into a communion of peace. Tranquility, solace, even renewal is found in music. To lose that?! Incomprehensible. 

To be forever imprisoned in deafening silence; to be tormented by your deepest turmoil without expression or  fulfillment in a form that permeates the deepest core of being. Unfathomable. To feel the burning of insurmountable sorrow without release of self into a form of ethereal repose, or to succumb to billows of love for another  and be unable to hear their voice. Unable to melt under the soothing tone of their soft voice. 

Even the sound of silence itself is a sound, but the inability to hear would even void this unsettling friend. 

Oh the bliss! The unparalleled rapture of the ocean crashing against the shore. The soothing balm of a gentle rain on a spring night. The crushing awe of a thunderstorm reigning over the plain. The insufferable, sweet sorrow of a soft piano, or violin’s lament. The uncontrollable energy of drum beating in syncopation of a bright cornet’s discourse. The sweeping inspiration of the wind cascading across the mountains and vales.

I cannot comprehend, nor wish to entertain the thought–the inescapable weight of permanent silence.    .