"Reading a newspaper, I saw a picture of birds on the electric wires. I cut out the photo and decided to make a song, using the exact location of the birds as notes (no Photoshop edit). I knew it wasn't the most original idea in the universe. I was just curious to hear what melody the birds were creating."
they sing among the branches.
I can't help but wonder...
Is it possible... that those birds are composing just one small part of one magnificent & unprecedented grand finale? - for all heaven & nature to sing? - at the end of all time? & perhaps for all of eternity? - in the universal language (music!)?!
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
Just can't help it.