"What is best in music is not to be found in the notes."
— Gustav Mahler
There is silence. And in between the silence, there is more silence. It's the sound of destruction and the feeling of what's left behind. It's the noise of creation and the peace of solitude. At Work is up to something, and if you want to know what it is, you'll listen. And if listening makes you feel somehow uneasy, than you are truly hearing. In turn, hearing allows for feeling; feeling allows for understanding. At Work wants you to go with him. He wants to disturb your peace, but he also wants to bring you home.
You can fall asleep to this and have nightmares, or you could run to this through dark woods, completely unafraid. I don't know what this music is. If death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic, At Work is the death, the thunder, and the picnic.
By Stephen Mejias for Bridges & Tunnels.