I am listening to the symphony known as nature. The birds fill in the flute and high treble lines, the wind chime is percussion, the roaring engines of cars and aeroplanes are the bassline and the wind in the leaves is the support line. I'm in the swing out back in the garden and the motion of moving back and forth creates a strange phaser effect on everything so it's like a real song. But a song that will never end for as long as I exist, I hope.