Bird Song
Memory is a tricky thing. I’m fairly certain I once owned a book titled The Music of the Spheres. I bought it for some English Lit class. I think. Heck, that was in the 70s. So, it’s likely my memory is faulty, but I still have most of my English Lit books because, well, I like books. But a quick search of my library was to no avail. So, it’s likely the little paperback disappeared somewhere in one of the moves.
I’m saying all this because I wanted to say that I like the concept of the music of the spheres, and I didn’t want to refer to the album by Coldplay, which I’m sure is a great album, it’s just not part of my collective memory. I like the idea of hearing music in nature and the universe, and I’m saying all this because the other day, I took a picture of a group of sparrows on my fence and it reminded me of notes on a staff. So, being musically inclined but ill trained, I tried to play them on my keyboard.
The output is less than elegant, but entirely satisfying, at least to me, and maybe I’ll do more with it somewhere down the road. For now it’s just another snippet of tune to go with all the other snippets. And I guess if you’re going to hoard things there are worse things to hoard than snippets of music or fragments of memories of lost books or scraps of philosophical ideas or any other of the random stuff banging around in my brain. It’s what makes me, me, a guy who sees a song in sparrows on a fence.