I am not a sophisticated listener of music, I only know what calls to me, and it is such a wide variety.
I sat this early evening outside, surrounded by trees which must be hundreds of years old, and I watched them watching me.
Did you know the movement of the trees, if watched with an open mind and without hurry, do not follow the patterns of proscribed wind?
The leaves move in different patterns, fluttering even within the stronger gusts, they are dancing and shaping themselves against the sky for us to read, if we could only but remember.
There are things calling me to go inside, the day to day events, chores, what you might call, existence, but I am enraptured by what I am witnessing, the leaves and the branches, the very limbs are acting against the wind and dancing.
The first symphony I ever have understood.