Music of the Ancient Greeks

The air is empty.

Silence is now the music of the ancient Greeks,

Harmony more inaudible, inaccessible than that of

Pythagoras' music of the spheres.

Each little note performed thousands of years ago

Vanished forever as soon as it was played.

Only people with good imaginations have a clue

To what ancient Greek music was like.
 
 

What are the secrets?

Nature reluctantly offers one key to understanding.

What is the other secret?

Music is more than a sound; it is a feeling.
 
 

Thunder over stormy steely seas

Uncovered hidden discord and became the basis

For percussion, unleashed chaotic music.

Quiet green meadows graced with golden sunshine

Induced daydreams that inspired peaceful melodies.

Lively little brooks enchanted the ancients

And compelled them to shout, dance, laugh, and sing

As they played fast joyful reels.

Mournful ballads were born in the forest breeze.

The trees softly and lowly moaned

The underlying harmony of sorrow,

A sorrow it alone can draw out of hearts.
 
 

Listen once more to the silence,

Orpheus' legacy.