It’s a windy day and the wind chimes are reminding me of the tuneless melody that has accompanied these scribbles for nigh on five years.
Music is everywhere
if you know how to listen —
if you remember to listen —
there are rhythms in everything that is —
the tick of the clocks —
the songs of birds —
the wind that rises and falls like breathing —
the crunch of old leaves underfoot —
the romping of puppies and the clicking of old dog —
even in their growls as they tug with their play toys —
rhythmic and melodic and all around —
purring of cat —
the hums and whirls and bumping of machines —
patterns in the deliveries of talking heads
that can be discerned even when the words can’t —
it’s all music,
everywhere.
Just listen to it all!