The Sounds of Silence, or, Does a tree, when it falls in the woods, make a sound, when there is no one to hear it?

It's still not time to cut the grass for the first time, up here at the farm. This week starts the major work. Sometimes it's so quiet up here, that I can almost hear the grass "squeak" as it's growing. I can definitely hear the slight white noise, inside my own ears. It's amazing how much quiet I get to enjoy. I actually really crave it, but not ALL the time.
I play the violin, which anyone that knows me, knows I do. I can play it outside, on my porch, out by the pond, on a box, with sox, with a fox, you get the story, Sam I am:) I don't believe anyone can hear me. My son and two nephews have a band, that practices in our barn, when it's warm enough, loudly, which is only right. We have never had any complaints, because, no one can hear them either.
Strangely enough, one time, on a dark night, in the pouring rain, the sheriff came while the guys were practicing. They were playing for a few family members, and someone finally realized that they heard someone knocking on the door of the barn. (The guys practice on the second floor) So, my sister went and answered the door. Apparently, someone complained about our dogs barking. Which, a)they weren't doing and b)why would someone complain about dogs, when there was actually a really loud rock and roll band practicing?
The sheriff actually apologized, and after chatting for a bit, left. We stood, in the rain, scratching our heads. This same sheriff had no problem with the loud "sound of music" for which there was no complaint, and who actually in all the years he'd been sheriffing had only been up to our remote place only one other time. Apparently, someone was hearing other dogs, somewhere else, or maybe, they had been driving by, and were still mad at our furball dogs, for their real crime, CHASING CARS!