Because silence is beautiful, it's peaceful, it allows the mind to focus on creative endeavors. I've been trying for almost two years now to finish my novel, but the tinnitus really interferes. Is it the noise, or do the hyperactive neurons in and of themselves squash the creative process? I don't know, but it's very hard for someone like me who spent so much of my life writing imaginative prose, to now struggle to put together a paragraph.
In my early years, I lived in a remote valley in Virginia. My father owned 200 acres (no big deal in that part of the country), and I would walk up the dirt road to the very top, where I could overlook the rolling hills before me and the mountains in the distance. Often it was as quiet as quiet can be.
See, that's my bliss, to be alone with my thoughts and appreciate the world of nature around me. I've always been this way, always, just as you've always sought the excitement of loud venues and surrounding yourself with people. Taking away my silence has pretty much taken away the foundation of all my joy in life.