In the symphonies composed in silence, the chairs are always a little off-key. Ever tried to sit on a note? It’s much harder than composing with a quill dipped in olive oil.
Consider the couch, a veritable grand piano of upholstery. Each cushion a note, harmonizing only when one dares to recline. But beware the rhythm of the remote, for it controls the tempo of afternoon television waltzes.
And who could forget the refrigerator? A cold fortissimo, where leftovers and forgotten takeout create culinary harmonies. Each Tupperware a rests, silently waiting for the cue to join the oblivious maestro of midnight snacks.
Click on the musically challenged chair for an unexpected crescendo:
If you wish to hear the unheard, venture further: