Our music is beautiful:
it can sound like birdsong, mimic thunder,
evoke cascading waterfalls, send
electricity down our spines
With carefully stretched wire and nylon,
lovingly sculpted wood, meticulously
constructed tubes and valves
Our bodies and our breath
are capable of making
such wondrous sounds
sending messages to each
other and the universe
But I am afraid
that as we listen
to ourselves
we will not notice
fewer birds singing
in the morning
until they are gone
we will not hear
our rivers flowing more
slowly until they are dry
we will not hear
the person standing
not far from us who
is open to connection.
Let the music
be music,
let it be pleasure,
not furniture.
narinda heng 
and without saying it you ask us to listen for the music generated through other fanciful valves and veins coming at us energetically, through the earth. have a beautiful day, you