You know how some songs have vocals that entice you and enchant you. And then there are songs that need no vocals, the instruments alone are enough to enchant us. Instrumentals they are called in western music. I do not know what they are called in the eastern musical schools, neither do I want to find out. I find these more beautiful. The eastern musicians figured out the beauty of instruments long ago and they even invented an instrument to remove the human vocals all together. They invented the Sarangi. A beautiful instrument that can mimic the human voice under the impressions of a master. But this is a topic for some other time, right now I want to focus on instrumentals. They have a beauty of their own. They are universal because they are not bound by language. You can understand them, nay you can feel them deep within you stirring in the heart. Resonating with the body, creating a rhythm. But they fall short of the soul; All instruments do, But instrumentals do not. Nature has instrumentals too, I used to hear them. I miss those sounds that the silence of the night had. I do not mean this in poetic terms, no. There actually were sounds in the silence of the night. Searing through it, tearing at it, trying to push it away. Then there would be a sound that did not do that. That sound, it merged with the night, it touched the soul. That sound, that one sound, it rhymed with the soul and made music unheard, unseen. Those instrumentals I want to hear now as an adult. I heard them when I was a child, I guess all children heard them. But Now, I would appreciate it even more. They are sounds of the ether itself, merging with us and making us feel. Emotions and feelings that have long since been buried, things that we hid but must face in order to grow. That is the beauty of Instrumentals, they feed us and we grow.