Have you heard the music of the grass, the way it sways to the sweet breeze? Have you felt the wind on your face, as you stick your head out of the car window? The way the heat tingles at your feet and beams of light dance on your hands. Have you looked at the sky, the dark blue sky, endless and infinite, for hours? Have you smelt the fragrance of petunias and sweet peas in your garden and heard the buzz of the bee as it flies over your head? Have you noticed that everything seems to dance, dance to a soundless melody? There is music in the road, a music of legends and tales, of cars and scooters whizzing past, etching their stories on the surface beneath. There is a rhythm in the wind chimes and in the footsteps of wandering souls. There is a melody of nature and a medley of symphonies. There is a noise in this otherwise cocooned, silent world.
The music doesn’t play on the radio or in the phone.
But, it is out there, every second and every minute. You just have to pause, lend an ear and listen.