Why is it so quiet? An awed hush echoes in marble halls ... steps softly on gallery floors. People nod heads, looking wise before images on stands and walls ... sharing only the few words that viewing calls for! Should it be this quiet? Does the look of history and its art, or present paint and clay so awe us that we cannot speak aloud? Do we lack in knowing what to say or fear disturbing others who are meditating? Are we quiet here Because we think the world itself would fall apart if we shouted, or danced, or spoke out loud, and from the heart praised the wonder of this art and laughed at seeing so much beauty! The silence in these galleries is a song!