One of the composers that I marvel at the most is Beethoven, principally because the second half of his great career was spent creating music while he was deaf.
The exquisite second half of the Emperor Suite, for instance, almost brings me to tears with its poignancy and I wonder how he could have created such beauty when all that was left to him were his internal resources, his musical memory and something else, his ineffable Muse.
With all external noise and chaos removed, with only inner sight and hearing, great richness was possible because it came from a pure place, untainted completely by the world, and its clamor.
The exquisite second half of the Emperor Suite, for instance, almost brings me to tears with its poignancy and I wonder how he could have created such beauty when all that was left to him were his internal resources, his musical memory and something else, his ineffable Muse.
With all external noise and chaos removed, with only inner sight and hearing, great richness was possible because it came from a pure place, untainted completely by the world, and its clamor.