The Nature of Music

While I was playing my piano this morning, I saw a sparrow land on a pole outside my window, looking towards the sound for a few minutes, listening.  It's not the first time this has happened.  I have a cardinal who regular comes by and sits for quite awhile, seemingly entranced by the sound.

Last summer, playing outside at Woodstock Trading Company, a bird flew into the tree above me and sang along for about four songs.  Then in December, also at WTC, Mugsy the Cat sat on a chair and later on a stool, an attentive audience member for at least an hour.  If you don't believe me, check out the video on You Tube of me playing Ripple at WTC at .

I'm not trying to make any major point here about my music, just that music is a language and communicates to the world on many different levels.  And I am mildly entertained when working on a song, and I look up and see a bird listening!