He Didn’t Bark

- Impromptu -

I think everyone interprets silence differently, I think a lot of silences are really not that awkward.

Quiet kids have it especially rough, they're so misunderstood.

Why won't you say something?

The people asking are too impatient for an answer.

My students have the hardest time understanding rests, almost always they say, 'it's when the music stops.'

In actuality, rests propel the music forward just as sound does.

They're silent notes.

My wife always mentions how quiet it gets during my lessons.

I can tell a lot about a student in the way that she or he reacts to my non-reaction.

Some of them carry on, others sit in confusion.

The rest are panic-stricken.

I find out so much when I say so little.

The tool I use the most is a simple pointer.

A baton to conduct their minds.

It guides them along, every so often halting suddenly.

Remaining at a specific spot.

Unmoving.

A wrong note? An incorrect rhythm?

What could it be?

What is it?

I don’t say a word, I stay out of the way.

Don't just do something, stand there.

With enough time, they'll figure it out themselves.

Everyone else will give up or be too scared to even try.

It gets awkward until I finally say something.

But I’d rather not.

I'll keep my mouth shut as many times as it takes.

I hope that, someday, they’ll appreciate silence the way that I do.

It's what makes the music worth listening to.

He didn't bark.

This was the entire reason we brought Kasper home the first time we saw him.

I never really understood the significance of this, maybe I still don’t.

All I know is my entire life changed that day.

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