Natures Notes.

There is more music in heaven and earth than ever musicians dreamt of. You need not know a note to tune into the bell-bird's symphony. You don't need thirty years in Vienna to appreciate the burble of a brook. All you need is a microphone heart and an ear to hear. For—

Music, gentle music,
All is music to the ear
That can titillate emotion,
Or invite an arrant tear.
There is music in the lowing
Of a cow at eventide,
There is music in the lapping
And the whisper of the tide,
There is music in the gurgle
Of a bottle—that is if
It's accompanied by a soothing
Soporific sort of whiff.
There is music all about you,
In the tree-top, in the grass,
In the rattle of the rain-drop,
In the vagrant winds that pass;
In the sobbing of a fiddle,
In the beating of a drum,
In the purring of an engine,
In a bee's ecstatic hum.
There is music in the rattle
Of a tea-cup—or a coin,
There is music when emotion
And association join.
There is music full and plenty,
That the sea and earth compose,
Where the sea birds soar and tumble,
Or the mountain matai grows;
In the wailing of the bagpipes,
In the piping of the breeze,
In the booting of a morepork,
In a concertina's wheeze.
There is music in all sound notes,
That can soothe or bring a tear,
To the mutely music-minded
With a comprehending ear.