Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.
Me and a book is a party. Me and a book and a cup of coffee is an orgy.
Music can be transformative, utterly transformative. The act of music is utterly transformative.
What we hear is the quality of our listening.
If an apprentice does not hear what a master hears, is then that quality not present in the music? Yes and no. In the world in which the apprentice lives no.
Quiet is the absence of sound. Silence is the presence of silence.