…how is it possible that there is so much of it?!? As Władysław Komendarek, a master of inventing forms and tools of musical expression, often repeats: “there are billions of possibilities!”
Personally, when I was twelve years old and I was fiddling with the piano keys, I feared that I would run out of inspiration to create melodies. It was hard for me to believe that I would come up with something… and then I would come up with it again… and again. There are over two hundred pieces by Chopin and… it was magic for me… The very fact of creating a new melody was something wonderful, extraordinary, impossible – but despite this impression, I did not become a professional composer or musician.
What I also don’t understand about music: when I listen to music, I don’t have just “ears” for a given song. I am, rather, in the composer’s “world”, as if I was penetrating the intentions and maybe even examining the his soul(?). It’s not that the “world” of his piece becomes my world, but that it fills my “surroundings” (can these be described as “empty spaces” in my thoughts?). How is it possible that so many of these 44,000 samples per second are contained in a wavelength that can contain music, and at the same time can “contain” other “realities” and, even, “souls” (more precisely: to describe music, a much smaller “wavelength” is enough, e.g. just musical notation)? You can put a picture next to a picture and compare your impressions almost simultaneously/in parallel – this is not possible with music. And yet there are “billions” of works in one world describing “billions” of “realities” that can exist in one world at the same time.