It doesn't really matter if it's architecture, or interior design, or preaching, or music. There's something vitally powerful about 'rest'. There's that wall with no picture - that moment in preaching where one stops talking - and of course, those times in music where the music is the silence.
THE BEST example of the power of this silent space is found, for me, in the Sigur Ros piece entitled, Heysatan, from the Takk album. You're listening and a pause in the music comes. You wait for the music to resume - what will it be? One half measure later? A full measure? Two measures? You keep waiting. You wait so long that measures become meaningless. The pause is beyond pregnant. It's now delivered, and has become full blown silence, and you wonder when it will end, when we'll get back to the music. But the pause IS the music as much as the sound is the music.
And the rest is life as much as the activity is life. Can anyone contribute in the comment section as to why these moments of silence or space or rest are so powerful? And do you agree that we often resist such moments in our lives?