One can't exist without the other.

 

There is a beautiful painting.  When I gaze into it, I hear classical guitar music, accompanied by raspy poetic lyrics.  It is a song that plays comfortably on the canvas.  It tugs at my inabilities.  I will never be an artist or be able to message life's feelings out of a guitar but it is a place to which I enjoyed going.

To post a picture of the painting here would be an injustice to both, you the viewer as well as to the art, for it would simply lay flat against this screen, without its accompaniment. It saddens me that my description fails to convey its truth.