Did you ever have a moment, when you have realized, there is more than what you see?
I use the word “see” expansively.
It could be a person you are talking to, otherwise regarded as arrogant, but you sense something else beneath the surface, and then without warning, the person is there, alone with you unexpectedly, a break in a meeting, telling you about what haunts them, a bad time in life, something they don’t want repeated, but for some reason are now telling you.
It could be a busy day in an urban park when your ear picks out a violin playing from an open window nearby.
It could be the scrape of the branches against the gray sky, pieces, leaves hanging on despite the seasons. Then, a sound, a movement, the branches populated by birds you would have otherwise missed.
Perhaps this is why I often enjoy silence, in order to see.