Why do tunes linger in the mind
Like pieces of lead stuck fast in the brain?
What use was this out on the savannah avoiding lions
Or up in the forest trees chasing the best fruit?
Somewhere, sometime, a man or woman
Tapped a dried skin stretched over a hollow
With a stick, and said "That's good. I need more."
Was it just for fun? Notes held our brains in a vice
Then came the whistle, carving a stick with a hole
Tapping, blowing. Then cutting the dried gut
From a lion, twisting it, stretching it tight then
Plucking it. Did you hear that? Wow! So You tap.
You whistle and I'll pluck. We have a song.

Bach twiddled his fingers, waiting on the edge of time

Sit for a second and listen.
Put your ear on your partner's chest.
Do you hear?
De-dah. De-Dah. De-Dah
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
Surely the Gods must be speaking to us?
We must reply.
Listen to the storm, to the wind, to the cries of animals,
To the crack of thunder
To the gentle murmuring of the stream
And the birds calling, whistling their unique melodies.
We will honor the gods and call it
Mousike so they will understand us.

Men have listened to it
Since they first began
To venture out into the world
A voice all of its own.

So, put your ear to the ground
Listen to the wind and the heart.
It's always been there
Rustling, whistling,
In the forests and fields
In the pastures and greatest heights
Since the beginning of time
which began with a Big, big bang
A heavy long expanding note
Then changed to a song
Slightly merry
Verging on the sad
Lingering in the memory
Primordial and
Unforgettable

Music is the master of our souls
Music is a wild God