Music came before people because the wind came before people.
The wind plays with the leaves on the trees and makes music. One tree rubbing against another. Bark chafes bark, twigs flicking and tapping their neighbors, boughs and branches squawk and creak, a groan comes from the ground as roots take the strain of gusts that tug the trunks to bend and sway, swishing and booming like the ocean swell against a shore. Trees and wind make most wonderful windy woody music.
Long before the human species came wandering down this path, birds chirped and tinkled, crickets and grasshoppers chipped,and sharp squalls of rain fizzed and hissed upon the stones and upon the water.
The croaking of the frogs in my pond resonates back to times before the dinosaurs; millions, millions, millions, millions of frog generations have maintained that choir.The fruity voices of the finch and lap wingand the grunt of a raven; wild duck feeding at night, busy with courtship on moonlit water, cackling like mad goblins.
The soft mournful sigh of wind sweeping reeds and rushes; the lush whispering of conifers in a breeze; the crackle of broom exploding its seed pods on a hot fiery summer day; the innumerable voices of astream. There is meaning in this music. Even rocks and grass sing lullabies just forus, if we are quiet enough to hear.
In you is a song. Sing to me.
There is only one of you,and one of me~ and everything we know is worth knowing.
Yes, I choked this tune off (Yes there used to be a tune here) with an Allis clamp, or was that an Allen clamp?!
