There is a traffic-light near my house. Sometimes at night a car stops there, in which the driver has turned up the volume of his stereo to the maximum.
The nightly silence is shattered for some time then by loud basses and drums, that will resound on the pavement with a military regularity for some time. Until the light turns to green, the car drives away and the noise is swallowed in the still of the night.
The silence returns as if there was never any noise.
Startingpoint of 'Shattered silence' was this contrast between quietness and silence on one side, and ugliness and noise on the other. Each can only exist by grace of the opposite. Both also form a reflection of the world we live in.
There is no beauty without ugliness and no silence without noise.